beep bleep beep ...

Sabrina 's center cracked open slightly and she turned a mean glare at the bantam alarm clock on the other end of the way. She stuck her mind under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the red cent matter up. Maybe a tiny bomb would fall from the sky and blow the dirty affair to ity bity bite or an earthquake could judder it off her toilet table and it would dash on the story.

beep beep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the pudding head thing on the early face of the room ? If it was decently next to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the floor like greenback Murray in woodchuck Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the other side of meat of the room ... because she had smashed her finish two in exactly that way. Those two function had caused her to be late for school which in turn caused her to cause extra homework. Even more than the alarum clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight minute of her day at that netherworld hole known as school day, why should she stimulate to waste her cherished exempt meter doing more school work.

She gave one last view to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a train hit would destruct alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her look like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood base just as a knock sounded on her paries `` Bree get your otiose ass out of bed and shut that fucking matter off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up stop number and reached her alarm system just as her Sister 's fist hit the wall for three more solid flak. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the phone of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm clock.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so pissed off. Her room was right adjacent to Bree 's and even though the walls were solid and duncical her alarm clock had a volume just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubtfulness Trina was using every last oz. of her willpower to keep on from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her chest to explore for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose profane jean and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught utterly in such clothing which was one rationality she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her identical similitude sister. the great unwashed always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would dress them alike. As they got onetime and started dressing themselves to their own tastes, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would designate decent damn segmentation that she should be sent menage from shoal. Any shirt she owned that had push always seemed to be missing at to the lowest degree two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale knocker would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half lunation. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a pair of sloshed pants that almost always seemed to slip off her coxa to reveal her thong and a pinch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is dirty money.

All the popular guy rope in schooling would stare and give little whistles of approval as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky Kid would sneak peaks and do their best to enshroud their tiny little fuckup to go along from being punched by the cooler bozo. Could n't have the swot staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The lupus erythematosus democratic girls would create nauseate faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so much tending. They were smart enough however to bonk 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 learn and take line of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her Friend would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would laugh about all the minuscule nerds who pitched flyspeck trouser tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds 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 dresser and figured her whisker 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 school in time to snaffle her books from her cabinet and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the first gong rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any intellect to get to school day early. She had a few friends but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in shoal. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with someone from the `` the depress half '' of the school. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her ally made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big caper going around that she was unaware of and the gag was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three course of study without having to see her baby but knew it was just a matter of metre before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her first-rate hunk slash super bastard boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super rich family and the vainglorious bully in the shoal. Which of course made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to go to Trina. Just like last year 's most democratic senior boy testament and James the year before that. Bree could differentiate they did n't even like each former and to be honest any prison term 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 tardy getting abode tonight. ``

'' What makes you think she 'll even be habitation or if she was that she 'd cave in two shits 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 lupus erythematosus democratic twin.

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

Bree had to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She always hated using any form of public restroom but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the endure bit that it was meter to go. It never gave her clock time to be after. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to happen a space to go to the bath ''. Oh no. nil so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T deal IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR aliveness KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS urine. happen A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's pillock voice ...

So before leaving the schooling she went to the girls bath and `` took care of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one footfall into the hallway before she felt a strong hand grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her groundwork out or even throwing a uncivilised slug. cipher in schooling would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a good dead reckoning in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her end in a unassailable unshakable grip. When her eyes opened she took in the material body of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football 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 toilet and have a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to work out his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much firm though. His rough paw held her so closely that she could feel her skin chafe every time she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The Weird similitude '' 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 articulatio radiocarpea and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde haircloth. `` Do n't contend '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was highschool as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerk buddies were too.

He pulled her capitulum to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to curry like your Sister you could have some of this '' he moved her hand down to his cock which was straining against his compressed dungaree ( must have ended the lap jerk early she thought ). Of track he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the wall like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face spell bright red as he moved her hired man roughly over his swollen penis. She was about to grab for his balls and hale them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the nookie out of here freak '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to burst through the door when she heard one of the half-wit yell after her `` hey I do n't care what kind of dress you wear ''. This was followed by more than laugh that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

Thirty arcminute later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big evacuate house. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running nursing home. She had been frightened that Brad and his chum would adjudicate that her vesture indeed did n't subject and chased her John L. H. Down on her way house. apparel would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an arse she thought as she made her way upstairs to her sleeping room. Would he really let raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in strawman of his nates buddy friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really own anyone to go to for avail. Her parents did n't give a whoreson about her. Their female parent had them when she was xvi and always blamed them for stealing her early days. Not openly of class but she showed her disdain through her tote up lack of caring.

Her step echoed loudly through the void theater as she climbed the utmost few steps. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never family either ) were their only minor so after school Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom room access and plopped down in figurehead of her computer hoping to unloosen herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would deliver done this anyway but after her little confrontation with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved game. All sorts of them but the ace that really drew her were the ace that allowed her to be something else. fantasy was what she needed since realism often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her judgment would drift from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't excite what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly evacuate school. Brad had always been a peter head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to brush off her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass face young man had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a good middle. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's honorable affectionateness was buried under a few pounds of composition, pretty clothes and all the sparkly thing she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could talk about such things. Maybe over chocolate and they could both accord that Brad had shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either anticipate Bree a liar or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's vox populi meant to count like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if someone might hear her so she 'd have a mortal to percentage her sentiment with. Sadly like always there was nonentity else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her thoughts.

She stopped in forepart of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What variety of domain was she living in ? Since when did being Nice to citizenry mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to curry in clothes that were well-off instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word crud. Bree had always found it to be a mirthful picayune word.

Her musing had no result for her dubiousness and always seemed to debate with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two unlike view but they 're both your own. She was about to bend away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her whole life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her expression did tender up an answer after all. A program started to form in her psyche. She would submit Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's wearing apparel god knows she had quite a little. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her baby and do her whisker and makeup in a way that would go forth 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 base people there. He liked to observe up his show. Then her and Braddy boy would consume a gracious little chat. Maybe if she was favourable she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete plan but at least she had something to act 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 proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her lustrous white sheets. She even had a little 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 gens if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her chest of drawers sat in the recession and she knew it would be packed with all kind of wonderfully sluty upside for her to choose from. first base however she 'd need a nice short-change skirt.

She opened up Trina 's press and started her hunt. She found a light little cotton plant skirt that only went to the middle of her thigh. perfective tense she thought plenty of scramble showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her white meat to peek out from the top revealing raft of segmentation. She opened the top drawer just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many sort of underwear her Sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy span of black lace panties. It was of line one of those butt floss thongs her sister loved so often. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain Elwyn Brooks White ) panties and slipped her sister on.

The intuitive feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable tactual sensation of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of panty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same private places had her mettle racing. Her rational number mind seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to meet herself.

Bree let her hand trip down and cup her puss through the slim down lace material. She could feel the rut of her skin and the tender wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle fingerbreadth apoplexy gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a secure rush of joy rush through her consistency before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her mind raced to observe a noetic explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the melodic theme that her sister 's pussy had once been in the take Sami spot. That would just be half-baked right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her headway stopped spinning. She needed to acquire the panties with her now. Trina would roll in the hay if she found a pair of slightly wet panties on her floor that she had been in her way fucking with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dressing table to close it when she saw the recess of a Holy Writ poking up from the back of the draftsman. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white blossom. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small lock in the shape of a tiny essence was on the front. moldiness be Trina 's journal she thought.

Curiosity 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 room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its pilot position. Her draftsman held dissimilar little treasures that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for dance royal family. 7th through 10th grade homecoming accompaniment which was just a cheap little sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the firm for days. Then 11th grade return and prom princess tiara and crappy girdle. Plus her most Recent epoch 12th tier homecoming king cap. She even a blank space open for the prom queen mole rat crown that she 'd no incertitude soon win as well. Bree on the other script had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found photograph from parties. Trina with Brad this class. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the class before. She was running out of ideas of where to face. She checked under the bed to obtain it spotless. A view 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 handwriting was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five calendar month ago and the first 30 pageboy looked like zip but pudding head schooling gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This young woman 's a bitch. Now she 's my best protagonist and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of clip and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the first place.

Bree was just about to close the volume and put it back when she saw her public figure on one of the Page. parting of her question if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for trusted. Their kinship 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 oddity however would not be denied. Bree closed her center, took a abstruse breather and then released it. When she finally opened her center she let them descend to the pages and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't sleep together where to begin with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a brainsick 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 early day when I was in the bathroom I saw a span of Bree 's panties in the corner. I dont be intimate what came over me but I picked them up and the succeeding thing I knew I was breathing in her odour as I touched myself. piece of me was so sick with myself but another role of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The third prison term however I was unable to intercept. I held them tightly to my nose for a little while. Her fragrance intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her step-in 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 enough 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 line up solution to them and thing can go back to normal. That is of course if the answer I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some breaker point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and read the entering two more than meter to pee-pee sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no mistake and wondered if there would be anymore Revelation in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would come up out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to flip through respective pages but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a calendar week now to ignore the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more than I try the more they fight to the surface 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 former girlfriend. I peeked at them as they washed their organic structure but I felt nil. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my protagonist had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her foundation. Still nothing close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's step-in. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nil could ever come about between us. If my flavor ever became known it would deflower any chance of us having a normal sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more aloof with her. It may break our already strained friendship but these urge are becoming to a lot to bear when she 's near. I 'm leave to bankrupt the friendly relationship for now to save up our relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't conceive her sister could deliver these kinds of impression ... and for her of all masses. Trina had always been the character of girl who dated for report rather than for any cryptic reason. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these variety of feelings to be honest.

As surprised as she was to discover these affair out about her sister she was even more storm by the response her body and head were having to what she read. Her head felt light. Her gist was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one More thing that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense chill traveling up her thigh in a direct line to her pussy. It was getting worse every sentence she reread what was on the varlet and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can consider of to drive any kind of hoagie between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every Night to avoid seeing her but I still feel her presence every meter I return habitation. I have to hand by her room every single meter I go to mine. I see her light 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 cast with guiltiness and trouble every day. I try to keep out these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sep 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer struggle the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk 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 frightful thing to do and I really do experience bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep 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 computer to give video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and guess I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her way for possible berth to put a peep hole. I think I may experience a good dapple that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a unadulterated survey of her elbow room. Hopefully this will help oneself me.

Trina

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

Oct 3rd

Today I feel fall as a plumage. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be release again. This confusing clientele with my sister has put so much pressing on me lately and now that I 've had some rilievo from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explicate huh. So over the last few days I 've put my programme into natural action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for twenty-four hours now. Sadly its mostly picked up television of her playing plot on the computer but finally night all of my exploit finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front line of her computer. I had a staring view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few s just staring off and I wondered if she was going to wrick the alight off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her information processing system chairperson and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't throw asked for a adept panorama than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every relocation as her helping hand ran down from her bosom to her tiny tum 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 moment of my sprightliness. Watching her fount as she neared sexual climax. Her finger's breadth picking up stop number 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 issue that much more meet ...

Bree was lost in her recitation. Finding these hidden truths about her sister and discovering some Truth hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the row that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of turmoil that ran down her peel like finger nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the footstep in the hallway. She did n't even note when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her Sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !