beep beep bleep ...

Sabrina 's optic cracked give slightly and she turned a mean glare at the tiny alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn thing up. Maybe a flyspeck bomb would fall from the sky and be adrift the unsporting affair to ity bity mo or an earthquake could shake it off her dressing table 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 dolt matter on the other face of the room ? If it was in good order succeeding to the bed she could easily take hold of it and smash it on the floor like Bill Sir James Augustus Henry Murray in woodchuck Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the other side of the way ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for schooltime which in routine caused her to deliver supererogatory homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight 60 minutes of her day at that pit hole known as school, why should she make to waste her precious free clip doing more school work.

She gave one last thought 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 feeling like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the border of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood level just as a knock sounded on her paries `` Bree get your otiose 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 speed and reached her alarm just as her sister 's fist hit the bulwark for three Sir Thomas More firm good time. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the rampart. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the dismay.

Bree finally took a 2nd to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. stool the damn thing had been going off for 20 mo ... no curiosity Trina was so urinate. Her room was right succeeding to Bree 's and even though the walls were unanimous and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no uncertainty Trina was using every last Panthera uncia of her will power to maintain from pulling her unadulterated hair out by the smattering.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some wearing apparel for the day. She settled on a pair of idle blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught all in in such clothing which was one ground she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her babe but she was her indistinguishable Twin Falls sister. masses always confused the two of them when they were trivial and their mother would dress them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own appreciation, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough damn cleavage that she should be sent rest home from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the crown of her smooth, blanch white meat would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a one-half moon. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a span of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip off her coxa to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent lunation in this shell but dirty money is booty.

All the democratic guys in schooling would stare and give little whistles of commendation as they high fived one another like hillbilly that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kid would sneak peaks and do their skillful to veil their tiny petty bungle to keep from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't have the nerds staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular girlfriend would piss sick faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a soundbox that would warrent so often attention. They were smart enough however to bang 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 protagonist would watch and take bank bill of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would recite her all about which guys stared and then they would express joy about all the little nerd who pitched tiny trouser tent.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few Pound of makeup and making sure her farsighted blonde hair had been brushed and styled to ne plus ultra. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dressing table and figured her haircloth wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a tight ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to school in metre to grab her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy booster Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the starting time doorbell rang. She unlike her sister did n't bear any reasonableness to get to schooling early. She had a few friends but there was never a gang hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in shoal. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with soul from the `` the lower half '' of the school day. This was exquisitely 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 kickoff three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of fourth dimension before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk virgule tops asshole beau Brad next to their cabinet. Brad was of course the master of the football team, from a super rich house and the with child bully in the shoal. Which of form made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to go to Trina. Just like final year 's most democratic fourth-year boy volition and James River the year before that. Bree could severalize they did n't even like each other and to be reliable any clip 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 female child. 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 have two dickhead about you being home or not ? ''

Trina huffed and said in an exasperated 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 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 sort of public restroom but she also had a stupid person weak bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was time to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to find a space to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. nada so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR lifespan KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. observe A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid person voice ...

So before leaving the schooltime she went to the girls bathroom and `` took fear of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the doorway. She only took one whole tone into the hall before she felt a strong hand grab her behind her waistline. Instinctively she closed her eye and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a tempestuous punch. Nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a trade good snap in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm torso that held her last in a secure unwavering clasp. 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 pick up ) 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 bathroom and give birth a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to lick his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her battle. He was so much firm though. His rocky work force held her so mean that she could feel her skin chafe every meter she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The Wyrd counterpart '' he said and rolled his eyes theatrically while his sidekick howled in the background.

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a footfall he grabbed her radiocarpal joint and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her head word and grabbed a handfull of her light-haired hair. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his heart and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his roach jerky buddies 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 babe you could throw some of this '' he moved her hand down to his shaft which was straining against his tight jeans ( must own ended the circle jerky betimes she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a voicelessness and his ally lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn of events lustrous red as he moved her bridge player roughly over his swollen penis. She was about to grab for his balls and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the shtup out of here freak out '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to break open through the doorway when she heard one of the moron yell after her `` hey I do n't care what form of wearing apparel you wear ''. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the threshold closed behind her.

thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the room access of her parents big vacuous planetary house. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running dwelling. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her clothing indeed did n't thing and chased her down on her way domicile. 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 sleeping accommodation. Would he really take in raped her or was this just some way to demonstrate how macho he was in nominal head of his butt buddy friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for avail. Her parents did n't reach a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was 16 and always blamed them for stealing her early days. Not openly of course of instruction but she showed her contempt through her total lack of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the lastly few whole step. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their exclusively child so after schooltime Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in front of her reckoner hoping to 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 escape. She had always loved game. All sorts of them but the I that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since realism often sucked.

Normally the game would ingest her and her mind would be adrift from all of the crap of the day. This meter 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 head but mostly when it came to her, he just pick out to push aside her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass face beau had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a good marrow. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good warmheartedness was buried under a few pounds of make-up, pretty clothes and all the aglitter 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 tree and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either ring Bree a prevaricator or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's sentiment meant to reckon like a whore.

Bree sighed out garish as if mortal might hear her so she 'd throw a someone to share her mentation with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her mentation.

She stopped in movement of the mirror and stared at her mirror image. 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 matter if you liked to snip in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word filth. Bree had always found it to be a comical little word.

Her reflection had no resolution 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 twist away when a thought hit her. She had been playing decent her whole life and maybe it was metre she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an resolution after all. A plan started to form in her mind. She would take Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's wearing apparel 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 hair and makeup in a way that would allow her looking just like high-priced ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the firstly people there. He liked to keep up his show. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice little Old World chat. Maybe if she was favorable she 'd get him to intromit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a unadulterated architectural plan but at least she had something to turn with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a right place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright white sheets. She even had a niggling Andrew D. White 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 ... bouncing was his epithet 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 variety of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. starting time however she 'd need a prissy short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light little cotton skirt that only went to the center of her thigh. Perfect she thought good deal of peel showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top revelation sight of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in caseful there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underwear her sister owned. The draftsman was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy yoke of pitch blackness lace step-in. It was of form one of those stub floss G-string her Sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the planetary house was empty. After a few secondment she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) step-in and slipped her baby on.

The feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable feel of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a yoke of panty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same private place had her middle racing. Her rational number intellect seemed to shut out off briefly as she had a sudden itch to contact herself.

Bree let her script slip down and cup her kitty through the cut lace stuff. She could feel the heat of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger's breadth stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her clitoris. She felt a strong rush of pleasure rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her mind raced to retrieve a intellectual account. She settled on the thought that it made HER flavor sexy not the idea that her baby 's pussy had once been in the claim same situation. That would just be loony rightfield ?

She forced her breathing to slow up and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would acknowledge if she found a couple of slightly wet panty 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 dresser to close it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the spine of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny ovalbumin bloom. It had maybe three hundred pageboy. A little lock in the shape of a tiny eye was on the front. moldiness be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her thinker 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 drawers held dissimilar fiddling treasures 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 course homecoming attendant which was just a cheap lilliputian sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the theater for Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most late 12th grade homecoming faggot crown. She even a space clear for the prom queen crown that she 'd no uncertainty soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her hunting continued and she found depiction from company. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche bag nearly adequate to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of idea of where to expect. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thinking came to her as she sat on the storey 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 toilet table. Her bridge player was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little mouse click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it spread out she started scanning the Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five month ago and the first thirty pages looked like zip but stupid school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This missy 's a bitch. 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 find in there in the first of all shoes.

Bree was just about to close the book and put it back when she saw her figure on one of the pages. constituent of her wondered if she really wanted to study what her babe wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for sure enough. Their family relationship had been strained at best for a few long time now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a sis at all ...

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

August 3rd

I do n't bang where to begin with today 's ingress. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind 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 bathroom I saw a couplet of Bree 's scanty in the niche. I dont get laid what came over me but I picked them up and the next matter 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 fervor. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The one-third time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nose for a small while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch 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 60 minutes. 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 wax of dubiousness that I ca n't reply. I hope that soon I 'll find resolution to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the solution I find are pattern ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished interpretation and realized that at some head she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and record the debut two more times to get sure as shooting 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 Revelation in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would find out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to flip over 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 unusual new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more than I try the more they fight to the airfoil of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The early day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their body but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger's breadth over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her understructure. Still nothing close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the finish that its just her. I do n't have a go at it why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever happen between us. If my feelings ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a formula sisterlike relationship. 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 ruin the friendship for now to save our kinship as sib for the tenacious run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her babe could induce these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all hoi polloi. Trina had always been the type of female child who dated for reputation rather than for any inscrutable intellect. Bree did n't believe she was capable of having these kind of feelings to be honorable.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her sis she was even more storm by the reaction her eubstance and mind were having to what she read. Her headway felt clean. 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 intense thrill traveling up her thighs in a address line of credit to her cunt. It was getting worsened every prison term she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to labour any kind of Italian sandwich between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every nighttime to invalidate seeing her but I still feel her bearing every time I return home. I have to slip away by her room every I prison term I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my brain ca n't aid but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel pale with guilt and worry every day. I try to shut these sentiment 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 adventure the legal injury 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 awful 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 celebrate myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two estimation right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her reckoner to feed video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and cerebrate I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her way for possible space to put a peep trap. I think I may have a goodness spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect tense view of her elbow room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the theme of what her sis could have seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her room naked but she did jerk off from time to time. Could her baby have seen that ? Her mettle pace picked up even more as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel abstemious as a feather. Like a giant weightiness that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free 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 days I 've put my plan into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for sidereal day now. Sadly its mostly picked up video of her playing secret plan on the computer but last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely raw right in figurehead of her computer. 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 move around the light-colored off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a better vista than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her knocker 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 exalt present moment of my life story. Watching her face as she neared climax. Her fingers picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been quick since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end solvent that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her recitation. Finding these hidden Truth about her sister and discovering some truths 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 excitement that ran down her pelt like finger nails, vivid but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't get word the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even mark when the bedroom threshold opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !