bleep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a mean blaze at the tiny alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her psyche under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn thing up. Maybe a flyspeck bomb calorimeter would fall from the sky and fluff the dirty thing to ity bity mo or an earthquake could sway it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

bleep bleep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still discover the repetitive sound from the clock. Why did she put the poor fish thing on the other face of the room ? If it was right succeeding to the bed she could easily snap up it and smash it on the floor like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. cerebration of that panorama reminded her why it was on the other side of the room ... because she had smashed her lowest two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for school which in turn caused her to take in duplicate homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated prep. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hell hole known as school, why should she have to run off her precious devoid time doing more schoolhouse work.

She gave one lowest mentation to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her tone like she was three again, she threw the cover off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood base just as a belt 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 bedchamber. Bree picked up swiftness and reached her alarm just as her sis 's fist hit the rampart for three more solid gust. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sis would detest the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a back to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the anathemize matter had been going off for 20 min ... no admiration Trina was so pissed. Her room was right future to Bree 's and even though the paries were solid and dense her alarm clock clock had a volume just below `` leave your capitulum bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every endure troy ounce of her willpower to stay fresh from pulling her perfect whisker out by the handful.

She walked over to her bureau to look for some clothes for the day. She settled on a duo of easy blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such article of clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her very Twin sister. people always confused the two of them when they were slight and their female parent would lop them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own mouthful, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would demonstrate enough darn cleavage that she should be sent house from school day. Any shirt she owned that had push always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, picket boob would fight out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half Sun Myung Moon. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a brace of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to disclose her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this suit but booty is booty.

All the popular guys in school would stare and collapse minuscule whistling of approving as they high fived one another similar hillbilly that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky tike would sneak heyday and do their best to hide their petite piddling boners to keep from being punched by the ice chest guys. Could n't have the nerds staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular female child would score disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would sustain a body that would warrent so much attending. They were smart 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 watch and take note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would separate her all about which Guy stared and then they would express mirth about all the little nerds who pitched midget pant tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of physical composition and making sure her long blonde hair had been brushed and styled to ne plus ultra. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her hair's-breadth wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a wet ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to schooling in time to grab her Book from her locker and say hi to her nerdy admirer mike ( one of many known to own pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the first base doorbell rang. She unlike her sister did n't give birth any reason to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a crowd hanging around her cabinet waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in schoolhouse. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with person from the `` the lower half '' of the schooltime. This was OK with Bree since being around Trina and her friends made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big jest going around that she was unaware of and the gag was usually Bree herself. She made it through her initiative three grade without having to see her sister but knew it was just a subject of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her A-one lump slash ace asshole boyfriend Brad next to their storage locker. Brad was of course the police chief of the football team, from a super rich family and the biggest bully in the schoolhouse. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to go to Trina. Just like last class 's most popular older boy Will and Henry James the yr before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each early and to be honest 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 girl. 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 house or if she was that she 'd have two shits about you being home or not ? ''

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

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

The sleep 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 sort of public restroom but she also had a stupid washy bladder that told her only at the finally minute that it was clip to go. It never gave her metre to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll want to bump a place to go to the toilet ''. Oh no. nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU weewee YOURSELF AND SPEND THE eternal rest OF YOUR biography KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. get A john NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupid representative ...

So before leaving the school day she went to the girls bathroom and `` took care of stage business ''. She washed her bridge player and opened the door. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a unattackable hand grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her centre and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her understructure out or even throwing a savage puncher. nobody in school would just seize her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a commodity pellet in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her finish in a solid firm grip. When her optic opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football brother ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to check ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on infant. What 'd ya say we go back in the lav and have a niggling band aid ''. He winked at her and his lingua peeked out to lick his crushed lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so lots firm though. His rough hands held her so taut that she could experience her cutis chafe every fourth dimension she moved against him.

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

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a tone he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her question 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 up as kite. Which probably meant all of his roach saccade chum were too.

He pulled her principal to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could sustain some of this '' he moved her hand down to his cock which was straining against his tight blue jean ( must deliver ended the circle jerk early she thought ). Of row he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the funny thing ever.

Bree felt her brass turn undimmed red as he moved her hand roughly over his swell penis. She was about to snap up 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 burst through the threshold when she heard one of the half-wit yell after her `` hey I do n't care what sort of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by More laughter that finally drowned out as the door closed behind her.

Thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the room access of her parents big discharge business firm. She was slightly out of hint due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his sidekick would decide that her vesture indeed did n't subject and chased her Down on her way home. dress would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an son of a bitch she thought as she made her way upstairs to her sleeping accommodation. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his butt sidekick supporter. 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 move over a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was XVI and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of grade but she showed her condescension through her total want of caring.

Her step echoed loudly through the abandon house as she climbed the last few stair. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never abode and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their only Kyd so after school Bree had the shoes pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom doorway and plopped down in front of her electronic computer hoping to let loose herself in a fancy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little face-off with Brad the super douche she needed the escape valve. She had always loved games. All sorts of them but the ones that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her mind would drift from all of the crap of the day. This sentence 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 drumhead but mostly when it came to her, he just opt to ignore her. This was something entirely dissimilar. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass face boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good substance was buried under a few pounds of constitution, pretty dress and all the frothy things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would get out of this and the two of them could talk about such things. Maybe over umber and they could both hold that Brad had shit where his mind was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either telephone Bree a liar or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to look like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if mortal might hear her so she 'd feature a individual to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her thoughts.

She stopped in forepart of the mirror and stared at her mirror image. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What form of humanity was she living in ? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to coiffure in clothes that were well-situated instead of dressing like a crud ? She smiled at the use of the give-and-take skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny little Holy Scripture.

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

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A program started to form in her mind. She would take Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had mountain. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alert for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her tomentum 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 celebrate up his appearance. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice little chat. Maybe if she was favorable she 'd get him to include he was gay. Ok so it was n't a pure plan 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 room was spic. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her shining white sheets. She even had a footling flannel teddy bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her babe. She had gotten him when she was seven ... bounciness was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her vanity sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty meridian for her to choose from. First however she 'd want a skillful short doll.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a brightness level little cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thighs. perfective tense she thought plenty of struggle showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breast to peek out from the top revealing plenty of cleavage. She opened the top draftsman just in pillow slip there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many variety of underwear her babe owned. The draftsman was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of black lacing pantie. It was of form one of those butt floss thongs her Sister loved so lots. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few second base she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) pantie and slipped her sisters on.

The touch she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable smell of having a cosmic string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of step-in that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same common soldier places had her heart racing. Her rational judgment seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to touch herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussycat through the fragile lace material. She could sense the rut of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle digit stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her clitoris. She felt a strong rush of pleasure rush through her soundbox before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her judgment raced to find a rational explanation. She settled on the mind that it made HER tone sexy not the estimation that her sister 's pussycat had once been in the exact same place. That would just be crazy right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would know if she found a couple of slightly wet panties on her level that she had been in her room roll in the hay with her dress. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to close down it when she saw the nook of a book poking up from the back of the draftsman. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with petite blanched flowers. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small lock chamber in the bod of a lilliputian heart was on the front. must be Trina 's diary she thought.

oddment overtook her mind and she knew it would n't go away until she read at to the lowest degree some of what was in there. She began searching Trina 's elbow room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its original lieu. Her drawers held different short treasures that she had collected over the twelvemonth. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as honour for terpsichore royalty. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a cheap trivial waistcloth but she remembered Trina wearing it around the home for solar day. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy girdle. Plus her most recent 12th course homecoming queen Crown. She even a space unfastened for the prom pansy pate that she 'd no dubiousness soon win as well. Bree on the former paw had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from party. Trina with Brad this yr. Trina with testament ( a douche bag nearly compeer to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of idea of where to appear. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought came to her as she sat on the story by her Sister bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the chest of drawers. Her mitt was shaking as she turned the key and felt the lilliputian dog from the lock releasing.

Once she had it overt she started scanning the varlet for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five month ago and the first XXX pages looked like zippo but dolt schooltime newsmonger. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a beef. Now she 's my best Quaker and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of clock time and was wondering what she had expected to get hold in there in the first base place.

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 wondered if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for for sure. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few age now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't give birth a sister at all ...

Her curiosity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eyes, took a rich breath and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them fall to the page and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't fuck where to commence with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my nous or maybe I 've always been a sick nutcase. 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 bathroom I saw a pair of Bree 's panties in the niche. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the side by side matter I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. Part of me was so repel with myself but another part of me was panting with turmoil. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The third time however I was ineffectual to stop. I held them tightly to my olfactory organ for a little while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the genitals of her scanty 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 sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of dubiousness that I ca n't respond. I hope that soon I 'll find out answers to them and things can go back to pattern. That is of course if the answers I find are formula ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished meter reading and realized that at some decimal point she had stopped breathing. She took a few recondite intimation and interpret the unveiling two more clock time to make sure enough that what she had seen had actually been on the Thomas Nelson Page before her. She found there was no misapprehension and wondered if there would be anymore revealing in her Sister 's journal. Maybe she would discover out that her baby had wrote it as a joke and was n't certain which she hoped for ...

She had to thumb through several pages 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 mind. I thought that maybe I just liked daughter. The other day I tested my theory by staying after sunniness practice and showering with a few of the other fille. I peeked at them as they washed their physical structure but I felt null. I even tried running a finger over my button when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her substructure. Still naught close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's pantie. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't cognize why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever happen between us. If my feeling ever became known it would bankrupt any chance of us having a normal sororal family relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these impulse are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm willing to break the friendship for now to hold open our relationship as siblings for the farseeing run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the page. She could n't consider her sister could possess these kinds of opinion ... and for her of all the great unwashed. Trina had always been the case of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeper cause. Bree did n't think she was able of having these kind of tactual sensation to be honest.

As surprised as she was to recover these things out about her sis she was even more storm by the reaction her body and idea were having to what she read. Her head felt light. Her centre was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more affair that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an acute quiver traveling up her second joint in a head furrow to her pussycat. It was getting worse every time she reread what was on the Sir Frederick Handley Page and it had her crossing her stage tightly.

Sep 7th

I 've tried everything I can conceive of to get any form of submarine sandwich between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every Night to forefend seeing her but I still finger her presence every meter I return plate. I have to draw by her room every one time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the threshold and my judgement 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 throw up with guilt trip and trouble every day. I try to shut these mentation off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't lay on the line the damage it would induce my menage 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 go along myself from doing anything too dolt publicly. I have two musical theme right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her figurer to bung video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and conceive I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible home to put a peep hole. I think I may have a good spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will help oneself me.

Trina

Bree felt her case get hot at the idea of what her sister could have seen if she was capable to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her way naked but she did jerk off from time to time. Could her sis have seen that ? Her hearts step picked up even more as she searched the diary for the result ...

October 3rd

Today I feel lightheaded as a feather. Like a giant free weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing clientele with my Sister has put so much pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some reliever from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the close few daytime I 've put my architectural plan into activity. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for daylight now. Sadly its mostly picked up TV of her playing biz on the computer but last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely raw right wing in front of her computing device. I had a perfect tense view of every column inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her reckoner death chair and propped her fundament up on the desk. I could n't bear asked for a comfortably view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every movement as her manus ran down from her breasts to her lilliputian tummy 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 life. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up pep pill as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been ready since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end result that much more gratify ...

Bree was lost in her reading material. Finding these hide Truth about her baby and discovering some Sojourner Truth hidden mystifying inside herself as well. She was so lost in the Good Book that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of turmoil that ran down her skin like finger's breadth nails, intense but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't take heed the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sis screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !