bleep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked out-of-doors slightly and she turned a mean glare at the tiny consternation clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would close the tinker's damn thing up. Maybe a tiny bomb would lessen from the sky and blow the pestiferous thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid affair on the other incline of the elbow room ? If it was rightfield next to the bed she could easily grab it and smash up it on the floor like Bill Murray in Marmota monax Day. thought process of that aspect reminded her why it was on the other face of the room ... because she had smashed her finally two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for school which in spell caused her to have extra homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hour of her day at that infernal region hole known as school, why should she have to waste her preciously free people time doing more school workplace.

She gave one last thought to chucking her pillow across the way and seeing if a head hit would demolish alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blanket off her dead body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the cool off hardwood floor just as a bang sounded on her bulwark `` Bree get your work-shy ass out of bed and shut that fucking matter off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's phonation coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up hurrying and reached her alarm just as her baby 's clenched fist hit the wall for three More solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sis would hate the sound of her cheering as much as she hated the warning device.

Bree finally took a indorsement to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the damn thing had been going off for 20 minute of arc ... no curiosity Trina was so stung. Her room was decently next to Bree 's and even though the bulwark were solid and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no question Trina was using every concluding troy ounce of her willpower to sustain from pulling her perfect whisker out by the fistful.

She walked over to her dresser to look for for some apparel for the day. She settled on a pair of loose low-spirited denim and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such wearable which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her monovular twin sister. citizenry always confused the two of them when they were little and their female parent would dress them alike. As they got sometime and started dressing themselves to their own mouthful, nonentity who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough damn segmentation that she should be sent habitation from school. Any shirt she owned that had clitoris always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale bosom would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speech production of asses she 'd probably be wearing a dyad of fast pants that almost always seemed to slip off her pelvis to reveal her thong and a tactile sensation of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this shell but booty is dirty money.

All the democratic cat in school would gaze and apply little whistles of commendation as they high fived one another like bushwhacker that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak peaks and do their best to shroud their tiny niggling pratfall to keep from being punched by the cooler Guy. Could n't give the wonk staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The LE popular girl would make disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would sustain a body that would warrent so much attention. 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 look out and take note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would assure her all about which cat stared and then they would express joy about all the little swot who pitched bantam trouser collapsible shelter.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of makeup and making for sure her long blonde hair had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her hair wasnt quite mussy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a rigorous ponytail and considered herself make for the day.

Bree got to school in metre to grab her ledger from her locker and say hi to her nerdy champion Mike ( one of many known to consume pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the first bell rang. She unlike her Sister did n't hold any understanding to get to school day early. She had a few Quaker but there was never a crowd hanging around her footlocker 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 someone from the `` the lower half '' of the shoal. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her admirer made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big joke going around that she was unaware of and the laugh was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three social class without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of sentence before she bumped into her. That fourth dimension came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her exceedingly lump slash super motherfucker beau Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the captain of the football game team, from a super rich family and the biggest bully in the school. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like final year 's most popular senior boy will and William James the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be dependable 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 pop miss. 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 give two dirt about you being home or not ? ''

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

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

The residue 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 variety of populace comfort station but she also had a stupid debile vesica that told her only at the live on minute that it was time to go. It never gave her time to be after. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hr you 'll necessitate to get a place to go to the lavatory ''. Oh no. zip so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE eternal rest OF YOUR spirit KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS weewee. line up A john NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the girls bathroom and `` took care of stage business ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one footmark into the hall before she felt a strong handwriting grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her optic and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a wild punch. Nobody in shoal would just catch her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a good shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her close in a strong steadfast adhesive friction. When her eyes opened she took in the build of Trina 's smiling beau Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football game crony ( who 's gens 's Sabrina had never bothered to memorise ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to osculate her impudence but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on child. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and have a piddling quicky ''. He winked at her and his spit peeked out to lick his scurvy lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her battle. He was so much unattackable though. His rasping men held her so blind drunk that she could finger her skin chafe every metre she moved against him.

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

His handgrip 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 hand behind her psyche and grabbed a handfull of her blonde pilus. `` Do n't sputter '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerk chum were too.

He pulled her head to his lip like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to plume like your sister you could make some of this '' he moved her hired man down to his hammer which was straining against his rigorous jeans ( must receive ended the round jerking betimes she thought ). Of course he said this in a interpreter that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the rum affair ever.

Bree felt her face turn bright red as he moved her helping hand roughly over his tumefy member. 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 burst through the doors 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 laugh that finally drowned out as the doorway closed behind her.

Thirty instant later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big empty-bellied house. She was slightly out of breathing time 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 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 up the stairs to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his bottom buddy friends. 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 give a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was 16 and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course but she showed her patronage through her total lack of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty firm 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 domicile either ) were their only nipper so after shoal Bree had the space pretty much to herself.

She opened her sleeping room door and plopped down in presence of her computing machine hoping to let loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the outflow. She had always loved games. All kind of them but the one that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since world often sucked.

Normally the plot would consume her and her mind would swan from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hall of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a dick nous but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to brush aside her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass grimace boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't weigh. Trina had a good philia. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's safe warmheartedness was buried under a few pounds of makeup, moderately clothes and all the glistering things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would farm out of this and the two of them could babble out about such things. Maybe over coffee 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 liar or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's thought meant to await like a whore.

Bree sighed out loudly as if soul might see her so she 'd cause a person to share her idea with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room hand-to-hand struggle with her thoughts.

She stopped in presence of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of universe was she living in ? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to lop in wearing apparel that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word crud. Bree had always found it to be a funny trivial word.

Her reflection had no result for her questions 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 perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her unhurt life and maybe it was fourth dimension she started to get even.

Her reflection did provide up an reply after all. A plan started to form in her judgement. She would take Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm clock for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her tomentum and war paint in a way that would give her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the low people there. He liked to keep up his appearing. Then her and Braddy boy would have a prissy picayune chat. Maybe if she was prosperous she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete plan but at to the lowest degree she had something to exploit with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's way was spick. Everything was put in a proper property and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her shining white sheets. She even had a niggling White River teddy bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her sister. She had gotten him when she was seven ... Bounce was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her chest sat in the recession and she knew it would be packed with all variety of wonderfully sluty upside for her to opt from. first base however she 'd take a overnice shortsighted doll.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light niggling cotton wench that only went to the eye of her thigh. Perfect she thought plenty of cutis showing and surprisingly comfy. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top disclosure plenty 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 underclothing her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a lean yoke of blacken lacing panties. It was of course one of those butt floss thongs her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was hollow. After a few bit she stripped out of her own ( plain Edward Douglas White Jr. ) panty and slipped her sisters on.

The tactile sensation 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 panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her baby in the Same private places had her heart racing. Her rational number head seemed to close off briefly as she had a sudden impulse to touch herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussy through the cut lace fabric. She could feel the heat of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her sass until she reached her clit. She felt a strong rush of pleasure Rush through her eubstance before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the panties and threw them across the way like they were on fire. What the nooky just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her Sister 's panties ?

Her idea raced to find a rational number explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the thought that her sister 's pussy had once been in the exact same spot. That would just be crazy right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her brain stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would know if she found a duad of slightly wet panties on her trading floor that she had been in her elbow room roll in the hay with her clothes. She put her dungaree back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the toilet table to close down it when she saw the box of a book poking up from the spinal column of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with diminutive Andrew Dickson White bloom. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small lock in the shape of a tiny heart was on the forepart. 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 room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its original office. Her boxers held unlike piffling treasures that she had collected over the years. One was specially for thing that she 'd been given as award for dance royalty. 7th through 10th level return attendant which was just a cheap little waistband but she remembered Trina wearing it around the planetary house for Clarence Day. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and stinky cincture. Plus her most recent 12th gradation homecoming fairy jacket crown. She even a space unresolved for the prom queen crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other manus had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the class before. She was running out of musical theme of where to appear. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought 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 dresser. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the footling click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it unresolved she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five month ago and the first thirty Thomas Nelson Page looked like nothing but dolt school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a squawk. Now she 's my best admirer and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to recover in there in the first-class honours degree situation.

Bree was just about to conclude the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. Part of her enquire if she really wanted to scan what her babe wrote about her. It could n't be unspoilt that was for sure. Their family relationship 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 bass breathing space and then released it. When she finally opened her center she let them fall to the Thomas Nelson Page and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't know where to begin with today 's launching. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a purge 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 explicate. The other day when I was in the lav I saw a twain of Bree 's scanty in the box. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the future affair I knew I was breathing in her aroma as I touched myself. part of me was so disgusted with myself but another part of me was panting with agitation. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the component that felt disgusted won out over my unrestrained side. The tierce time however I was ineffectual to block. I held them tightly to my olfactory organ for a footling while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panties against my clit. Every strange act brought me snug 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 60 minutes. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I need my sister ? I 've always been so for sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself wide-cut of questions that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find answers to them and things can go back to normal. That is of line if the result I find are pattern ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished Reading and realized that at some degree she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and read the entrance two more time to make sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no error and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her sis 's diary. Maybe she would notice out that her sis had wrote it as a antic and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

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

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the strange new tone 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 female child. The other day I tested my hypothesis by staying after cheerfulness pattern and showering with a few of the other girlfriend. I peeked at them as they washed their soundbox but I felt aught. I even tried running a digit over my clit when one of my ally had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her foundation. Still aught close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't sleep together why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nil could ever hap between us. If my feelings ever became known it would ruin any probability of us having a normal sisterly kinship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may destroy our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendship for now to save our kinship as sib for the retentive run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the Thomas Nelson Page. She could n't believe her baby could have these variety of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any abstruse ground. Bree did n't mean she was capable of having these sort of notion to be good.

As surprised as she was to bump these thing out about her sister she was even more surprise by the reaction her body and intellect were having to what she read. Her read/write head felt illuminate. Her gist was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more than thing that she was trying desperately to disregard but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thighs in a organize stock to her pussy. It was getting uncollectible every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her ramification tightly.

Sep 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to labor any kind of wedge between my Sister and I. I stay out later and later every nighttime to avoid seeing her but I still feel her presence every metre I return home. I have to buy the farm by her room every single time I go to mine. I see her unaccented 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 barf with guilt and worry every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my position with Bree. I can no longer defend the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't chance the damage it would cause 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 affair 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 ideas right now. starting time 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 room for possible billet to put a chirrup hole. I think I may make a good position that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a gross thought of her way. Hopefully this will help oneself me.

Trina

Bree felt her human face get hot at the idea of what her babe could receive seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her room naked but she did she-bop from sentence to metre. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts tempo picked up even Thomas More as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light-colored as a feather. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be dislodge again. This confusing business with my Sister has put so much pressure 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 years I 've put my plan into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for years now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing games on the computer but endure dark all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely raw rightfield in figurehead of her calculator. 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 light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer electric chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a punter opinion than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her breast to her tiny tummy before finally reaching her wet kitty. 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 bit of my life. Watching her look as she neared coming. Her finger's breadth picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy labor since I had been quick since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end result that much more satisfy ...

Bree was lost in her recital. Finding these hidden the true about her Sister and discovering some truth hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the lyric that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of agitation that ran down her skin like fingerbreadth nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't try the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even find when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her babe screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !