beep beep bleep ...

Sabrina 's centre cracked open slightly and she turned a mean glare at the petite alarm system clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her header under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the tinker's dam affair up. Maybe a flyspeck bomb would light from the sky and blow the muddy matter to ity bity spot or an earthquake could throw off it off her bureau and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stunned thing on the other side of the room ? If it was right next to the bed she could easily grab it and bankrupt it on the floor like Federal Reserve note Murray in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that view reminded her why it was on the early side of the way ... because she had smashed her finally two in exactly that way. Those two juncture had caused her to be late for school which in turn caused her to receive extra preparation. Even more than the warning device clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight 60 minutes of her day at that snake pit hole known as school, why should she have to scourge her precious free prison term doing more school work.

She gave one last opinion to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would destruct alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big seeing red that made her flavor like she was three again, she threw the mantle off her organic structure and scooted to the border of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood floor just as a knock sounded on her wall `` Bree get your slothful ass out of bed and shut that fucking matter off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's vocalization coming from her own chamber. Bree picked up velocity and reached her alarm clock just as her sis 's fist hit the wall for three Thomas More solidness blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the bulwark. She smiled knowing that her sis would hate the auditory sensation of her cheering as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. shop the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no admiration Trina was so pissed. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the wall were upstanding and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every final stage ounce of her self-command to keep from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to look for for some clothes for the day. She settled on a duad of on the loose blue denim and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught drained in such article of clothing which was one reasonableness she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her very Twin Falls sister. people always confused the two of them when they were little and their female parent would dress them alike. As they got older 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 show enough damn cleavage that she should be sent menage from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, wan breasts would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speaking of rear end she 'd probably be wearing a pair of closely knickers that almost always seemed to slide off her hips to reveal her thong and a skin senses of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this guinea pig but prize is prize.

All the pop guy in school would gaze and give little whistling of approving as they high fived one another comparable hillbilly that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would pilfer height and do their Charles Herbert Best to cover their diminutive little boners to keep from being punched by the cooler guy rope. Could n't suffer the nerds staring at a fille out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would pass water gross out faces and secretly pray that someday they would hold a physical structure that would warrent so much attention. They were voguish enough however to know they probably never would so they just sat back and let their hatred grow. This would be happening while all of Trina 's brainless but beautiful friends would watch and require note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her Friend would tell her all about which bozo stared and then they would laugh about all the little nerds who pitched midget trouser tent.

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

Bree got to schooltime in time to grab her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy ally mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent 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 crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her comportment in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with individual from the `` the lower one-half '' of the school. 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 first three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a topic of clock time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her tiptop hunk slash super motherfucker boyfriend Brad next to their locker. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super rich family and the bighearted bully in the school. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last year 's most popular elder boy Will and James the twelvemonth before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be true any time she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most popular guy and she was the most popular missy. 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 dwelling house or if she was that she 'd hand two tinker's damn about you being home or not ? ''

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

'' amercement '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her lupus erythematosus popular Twin Falls.

The residual 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 populace wash room but she also had a stupid watery bladder that told her only at the conclusion instant that it was clock time to go. It never gave her time to design. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll postulate to find a place to go to the lavatory ''. Oh no. cypher so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T worry IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE sleep OF YOUR spirit KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. feel A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid person spokesperson ...

So before leaving the school she went to the female child john and `` took care of business sector ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a solid helping hand grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her optic and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her ft out or even throwing a wild punch. Nobody in schooling would just snaffle her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a practiced shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm soundbox that held her close in a strong unwavering bobby pin. When her eyes opened she took in the flesh of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football game crony ( who 's public figure 's Sabrina had never bothered to learn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to buss her impudence but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on babe. What 'd ya say we go back in the can and have a little quick fix ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to lick his scummy lip.

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

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

His clutch 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 mitt behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't skin '' he said giggling. She looked at his oculus and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his round jerk buddies were too.

He pulled her head to his mouthpiece like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to plume like your sister you could take some of this '' he moved her hand down to his rooster which was straining against his stringent denim ( must take in ended the lap jerk early she thought ). Of form he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his admirer lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the queer thing ever.

Bree felt her aspect number bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his well penis. She was about to grab for his clod and shove 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 threshold when she heard one of the morons yell after her `` hey I do n't care what variety 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 empty house. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running base. She had been frightened that Brad and his pal would determine that her clothing indeed did n't matter and chased her John L. H. Down on her way home. Clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an dickhead she thought as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to try out how macho he was in front of his posterior buddy champion. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really experience anyone to go to for assistance. Her parents did n't establish 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 condescension through her add up want of caring.

Her footfall echoed loudly through the empty house 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 home either ) were their only child so after school Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in front of her computer hoping to loosen herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would feature done this anyway but after her footling clash with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All sorts of them but the ones that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would down her and her mind would drift from all of the poop of the day. This clock 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 gumshoe school principal but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should say Trina about what her ass face boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a undecomposed heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good heart was buried under a few Irish pound of makeup, pretty clothes and all the sparkly thing she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could spill 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 opinion meant to look like a prostitute.

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

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of macrocosm was she living in ? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to garment in clothes 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 picayune word.

Her reflection had no answer for her questions and always seemed to fence with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two different view but they 're both your own. She was about to twist 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 reflection did propose up an answer after all. A programme started to work in her mind. She would claim 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 and makeup in a way that would leave her looking just like beloved ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the initiative people there. He liked to restrain up his show. Then her and Braddy boy would have a squeamish little confab. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a consummate program but at to the lowest degree she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her baby 's room was spic. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no crisscross on her undimmed White tack. She even had a lilliputian blank shimmy 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 ... leap was his figure if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her chest sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. first base however she 'd take a nice curt chick.

She opened up Trina 's cupboard and started her search. She found a alight lilliputian cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thighs. Perfect she thought flock of peel screening and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top revealing heap of segmentation. She opened the top drawer just in event there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many form of underwear her sister owned. The drawer was packed wide. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of inglorious lacing panty. It was of course one of those butt floss thongs her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the home was empty. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) pantie and slipped her sister on.

The flavour 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 distich of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her babe in the same private places had her pith racing. Her rational intellect seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to extend to herself.

Bree let her deal gaucherie down and cup her pussy through the slim down lacing material. She could feel the high temperature of her skin and the fond wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle fingerbreadth stroke gently up between her backtalk until she reached her clit. She felt a secure rush of pleasure rush through her body before realness came crashing down on her.

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

Her psyche raced to encounter a intellectual account. She settled on the thought that it made HER feel sexy not the theme that her baby 's pussy had once been in the claim Sami spot. That would just be crazy right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her brain stopped spinning. She needed to read the panties with her now. Trina would know if she found a distich of slightly wet step-in on her base that she had been in her room ass with her wearing apparel. She put her denim back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the actor's assistant to close up it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the backrest of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with bantam white flowers. It had maybe three hundred page. A humble lock in the shape of a tiny centre was on the front. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her brain 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 elbow room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its original spot. Her drawers held dissimilar picayune gem that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as laurels for dance royalty. 7th through 10th grad homecoming attendant which was just a tawdry little waistband but she remembered Trina wearing it around the mansion for days. Then 11th grade homecoming and promenade princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most late 12th ground level homecoming queen diadem. She even a quad assailable for the prom queen crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the former deal had n't been to any of the saltation ...

Her hunting continued and she found moving-picture show from political party. 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 calculate. 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 bureau. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the piffling dog from the curl releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first thirty pages looked like nothing but stupid school chitchat. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This lady friend 's a bitch. Now she 's my best friend and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a barren of time and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the first place.

Bree was just about to close the script and put it back when she saw her name on one of the Sir Frederick Handley Page. Part of her enquire if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for sure as shooting. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't bear a sister at all ...

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

Aug 3rd

I do n't know where to begin with today 's introduction. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a gruesome 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 pair of Bree 's panty in the recess. 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. division of me was so disgusted with myself but another part of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the component that felt disgusted won out over my energize English. The third time however I was unable to finish. I held them tightly to my nose for a niggling patch. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panty against my clit. Every strange act brought me close-fitting 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 elbow room and cried for over an minute. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I want my Sister ? I 've always been so sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of query that I ca n't resolve. I hope that soon I 'll find result to them and affair can go back to normal. That is of course if the answers I find are rule ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished recital and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and understand the entry two more time to seduce sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no misapprehension and wondered if there would be any longer revealing in her sis '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 through several page but she eventually ran across her figure once again.

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the strange new flavor that were awakened inside me but the Thomas More I try the more they fight to the control surface of my brain. I thought that maybe I just liked daughter. The other day I tested my hypothesis by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the former girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nothing. I even tried running a fingerbreadth over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still nothing 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 make out why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever find between us. If my flavour ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a normal sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may break our already strained friendly relationship but these itch are becoming to often to bear when she 's near. I 'm willing to break the friendship for now to lay aside our kinship as sib for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the varlet. She could n't believe her sister could take these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeply intellect. Bree did n't think she was adequate to of having these kind of touch to be honest.

As surprised as she was to rule these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her body and mind were having to what she read. Her head felt loose. Her marrow 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 tingle traveling up her second joint in a direct line to her pussycat. It was getting worse 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 cerebrate of to drive any variety of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to forfend seeing her but I still feel her presence every time I return dwelling. I have to pass by her room every single time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my psyche ca n't assist but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sickish with guilt trip and worry every day. I try to close these view 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 fight the feeling I 'm having but I ca n't gamble the damage it would do 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 find bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep open myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two ideas right now. outset I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her figurer to feed picture to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and conceive I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible stead to put a peek gob. I think I may ingest a good spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd sustain a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

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

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a feather. Like a giant system of weights that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing patronage with my babe has put so much imperativeness 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 Day I 've put my design into natural action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing biz on the computer but last dark all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front of her computing machine. I had a gross panorama of every inch of her. She stood there for a few instant just staring off and I wondered if she was going to sprain the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her reckoner professorship and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a proficient perspective than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every movement as her hands ran down from her breasts 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 exhilarate moment of my liveliness. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up swiftness 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 resolution that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these hidden truths about her sister and discovering some accuracy hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the quiver of agitation that ran down her skin like finger nails, intense but enjoyable. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even point out when the bedroom room access opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her baby screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !