bleep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the petite alarm clock on the other end of the elbow room. She stuck her brain under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would exclude the damn thing up. Maybe a tiny bomb calorimeter would fall from the sky and fluff the colly thing to ity bity moment or an earthquake could judder it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

bleep beep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still learn the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the dullard thing on the other incline of the way ? If it was right succeeding to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the floor like Bill Murray in woodchuck Day. cerebration of that scene reminded her why it was on the other side of the room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be lately for school which in turn caused her to have additional preparation. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated prep. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that Inferno hole known as school day, why should she have to waste her precious release time doing more schoolhouse work.

She gave one last thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would put down alarum clock 3.0. Giving a big miff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the cover off her consistency and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the aplomb hardwood floor just as a knocking sounded on her wall `` Bree get your work-shy ass out of bed and shut that fucking affair off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's vox coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her dismay just as her sister 's fist hit the wall for three more solid state blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the sound of her yelling as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. take a crap the deuced thing had been going off for 20 mo ... no admiration Trina was so pissed. Her elbow room was decent next to Bree 's and even though the bulwark were self-colored and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below `` will your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every last ounce of her possession to prevent from pulling her hone hairsbreadth out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to research for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose low jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught suddenly in such 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 trivial and their female parent would preen them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own taste, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show sufficiency tinker's dam segmentation that she should be sent plate from schoolhouse. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the top of her smooth, pallid breasts would bear on 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 distich of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is swag.

All the democratic guys in schoolhouse would stare and give little whistles of favourable reception as they high fived one another same hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak summit and do their beneficial to cover their tiny little bungle to keep on from being punched by the ice chest guy. Could n't let the nerd staring at a fille out of their league now could they. The lupus erythematosus popular young lady would lay down disgust faces and secretly pray that someday they would deliver a body that would warrent so practically tending. They were smart enough however to know they probably never would so they just sat back and let their hate grow. This would be happening while all of Trina 's brainless but beautiful acquaintance would watch and take annotation of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guy cable stared and then they would laugh about all the little nerds who pitched diminutive trouser collapsible shelter.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of constitution and making for certain her hanker blond hair's-breadth had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the actor's assistant and figured her hair wasnt quite mussy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a taut ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to school in meter to take hold of her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy acquaintance Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the first bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any reason to get to school 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 school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with individual from the `` the lower one-half '' of the schoolhouse. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her friends made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big laugh going around that she was unaware of and the put-on was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three course of instruction without having to see her sister but knew it was just a affair of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super lump virgule crack dickhead fellow Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course of action the captain 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 yr 's most popular senior boy testament and James the twelvemonth before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be true any prison term she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most pop guy and she was the most democratic girl. Sickening really.

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

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

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

'' mulct '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her to a lesser extent democratic Twin.

The balance 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 world comfort station but she also had a stupefied infirm bladder that told her only at the survive minute that it was prison term to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to chance a blank space to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. aught so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T care IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. notice A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid voice ...

So before leaving the schooltime she went to the girl bathroom and `` took care of business ''. She washed her hired man and opened the door. She only took one gradation into the hall before she felt a strong bridge player catch her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her substructure out or even throwing a wild slug. Nobody in schooling would just snaffle her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to bechance had to be bad, so why not get a unspoilt blastoff in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm dead body that held her finish in a strong unwavering grip. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling fellow Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddy ( who 's figure '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 privy and give a little band aid ''. 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 lots stronger though. His rough hands held her so tight that she could feel her pelt chafe every time she moved against him.

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

His clutches loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her carpus and pulled her back to him. He moved one hired man behind her promontory and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was richly as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerk 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 Sister you could have some of this '' he moved her hand down to his cock which was straining against his taut jeans ( must have ended the circle jerk early she thought ). Of course 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 funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her fount spell bright red as he moved her helping hand roughly over his swollen member. She was about to grab for his egg and press them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the screw out of here freak out '' 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 moron 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 minutes later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big vacate household. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his sidekick would decide that her clothing indeed did n't matter and chased her down on her way plate. wearing apparel would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an cocksucker she thought as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really own raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his butt pal friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for service. Her parents did n't founder a whoreson about her. Their female parent had them when she was 16 and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her tote up deficiency of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty household as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how quietly it was here. Her parents were almost never family and her and Trina ( who was never house either ) were their solely child so after school Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in front of her figurer hoping to loosen herself in a fantasise online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the superintendent douche she needed the leak. She had always loved game. All sorts of them but the ones that really drew her were the 1 that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her judgement would err from all of the shit of the day. This time however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a cock head but mostly when it came to her, he just pick out to ignore her. This was something entirely different. 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 heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good marrow was buried under a few pound sign of makeup, fairly clothes and all the sparkly affair she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow 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 genius was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either bid Bree a liar or agree that she should try to calculate more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to wait like a tart.

Bree sighed out tatty as if individual might find out her so she 'd have a somebody 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 front of the mirror and stared at her manifestation. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What sort of existence was she living in ? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to set in clothes that were comfy instead of dressing like a filth ? She smiled at the use of the word skank. Bree had always found it to be a singular trivial Scripture.

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

Her reflection did tender up an answer after all. A architectural plan 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 plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her hair's-breadth and constitution in a way that would leave her looking just like pricy ol sis. Then she 'd get to schoolhouse before her since she knew Brad was always one of the offset people there. He liked to go on up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice little chat. Maybe if she was golden she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete architectural plan but at to the lowest degree she had something to form with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's room was spick-and-span. Everything was put in a right place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright white canvass. She even had a lilliputian white slip 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 ... bounce was his epithet if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her vanity sat in the street corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. First however she 'd need a courteous brusk chick.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a wanton fiddling cotton plant chick that only went to the centre of her thighs. perfective tense she thought plenty of tegument showing and surprisingly well-off. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top revealing peck of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many variety of underwear her babe owned. The draftsman was packed fully. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of pitch blackness lace step-in. It was of course one of those butt floss lash her sis loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the mansion was empty. After a few indorsement she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) scanty and slipped her baby on.

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

Bree let her paw teddy down and cup her slit through the thin lace material. She could feel the heat of her skin and the lovesome wetness of her foreplay soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroking gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a warm thrill of pleasure rush through her body 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 sister 's step-in ?

Her mind raced to find a intellectual explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER tone sexy not the idea that her sister 's twat had once been in the exact Saami spot. That would just be loony right field ?

She forced her breathing to slow down and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would have a go at it if she found a pair of slightly wet step-in on her level that she had been in her room nookie with her clothes. She put her blue jean back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to close it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny Edward White flowers. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small ignition lock in the conformation of a tiny pump was on the strawman. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her judgement 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 original position. Her bloomers held different little hoarded wealth that she had collected over the old age. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for dancing royalty. 7th through 10th gradation homecoming attendant which was just a cheap piddling window sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for solar day. Then 11th grade return and prom princess tiara and crappy window sash. Plus her most recent 12th class homecoming queen crown. She even a infinite open for the promenade queen crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the former hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found word picture from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to expect. 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 bridge player was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little detent from the whorl releasing.

Once she had it open up she started scanning the Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the 1st thirty varlet looked like nix but dullard school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a bitch. Now she 's my best protagonist and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of fourth dimension and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the first position.

Bree was just about to close the book of account and put it back when she saw her figure on one of the pages. Part of her wondered if she really wanted to understand what her babe wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for trusted. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few eld now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't ingest a sister at all ...

Her curio however would not be denied. Bree closed her centre, took a deep breather and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them fall to the pages and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't know where to begin with today 's entryway. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a sick looney. I 'm so ashamed of what I did yet I ca n't get past what it did to me. I guess I should explain. The other day when I was in the toilet I saw a pair of Bree 's panties in the recession. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the next thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. Part of me was so disgusted with myself but another function of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the piece that felt disgusted won out over my commove face. The tertiary metre however I was unable to end. I held them tightly to my nose for a slight spell. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panties against my clit. Every strange act brought me close 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 minute. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I want my sis ? I 've always been so for certain of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself total of interrogative sentence that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll observe result to them and matter can go back to normal. That is of course if the solvent I find are formula ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few bass breathing spell and read the entry two more times to make for sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pageboy before her. She found there was no mistake and wondered if there would be any longer revelations in her sister 's journal. Maybe she would rule out that her sister had wrote it as a caper and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

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

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to cut the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the open of my judgement. I thought that maybe I just liked female child. The former day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the other fille. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nothing. 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 feet. Still cypher close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's step-in. I 've come to the finale that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that aught could ever come about between us. If my feelings ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a normal sisterly kinship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these urge are becoming to much to comport when she 's near. I 'm volition to break the friendship for now to salve our family relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the varlet. She could n't conceive her Sister could have these sort of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deep reason. Bree did n't think she was equal to of having these variety of opinion to be true.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her Sister she was even more storm by the reaction her body and psyche were having to what she read. Her straits felt light. Her heart 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 thrill traveling up her thighs in a direct telephone line to her pussy. It was getting worse every metre she reread what was on the page and it had her crossing her wooden leg tightly.

Sep 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to drive any form of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to void seeing her but I still find her presence every time I return family. I have to croak by her way every single fourth dimension I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my brain ca n't help but call up of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilt and worry every day. I try to shut these thought process off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my site with Bree. I can no longer defend the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't hazard the impairment it would cause my house 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 experience bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too stupid person publicly. I have two ideas right now. starting time I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to feed TV to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and recall I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible places to put a peep hole. I think I may throw a adept spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect tense view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her brass get hot at the melodic theme of what her Sister could have seen if she was able-bodied to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her elbow room naked but she did masturbate from time to sentence. Could her babe have seen that ? Her hearts pace picked up even more than as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a plume. Like a titan free weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business with my sister has put so a great deal pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some stand-in from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the finale few Clarence Day I 've put my plan into action at law. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for 24-hour interval now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing games on the computer but last night all of my drive finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely raw right in strawman of her electronic computer. I had a perfect survey of every in of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the clean 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 experience asked for a better persuasion than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her script ran down from her white meat to her tiny bay window before finally reaching her wet pussy. I was surprised to see she shaved down there. I may be attracted to her but still I know how my sis is. Anyway it was the most exhilarating moment of my life. Watching her face as she neared sexual climax. Her fingers picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an well-heeled task since I had been quick since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end resultant that much more fulfill ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these hidden truths about her sister and discovering some truths hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the word that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of excitement that ran down her skin 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 remark when the sleeping room room access opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her babe screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !