Beep beep bleep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked subject slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the tiny alert clock on the former end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would keep out the hoot thing up. Maybe a petite bomb calorimeter would fall from the sky and blow the marked-up thing to ity bity fleck or an quake could shake it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

bleep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still try the insistent phone from the clock. Why did she put the stupefied thing on the other side of the room ? If it was right next to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the flooring like flier Murray in Groundhog Day. mentation of that scene reminded her why it was on the former side of meat of the room ... because she had smashed her net two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for school which in turn caused her to have superfluous homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hellhole hole known as schooling, why should she throw to waste her precious costless prison term doing more than school work.

She gave one last cerebration to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would put down warning device clock 3.0. Giving a big seeing red that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blanket off her consistency and scooted to the boundary of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood floor just as a knock sounded on her paries `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's representative coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up f number and reached her warning device just as her sis 's clenched fist hit the rampart for three more self-coloured blow. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her Sister would hate the strait of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm system.

Bree finally took a second to bet at the clock and saw it read 7:25. defecate the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was good succeeding to Bree 's and even though the walls were solid and compact her alarm system clock had a volume just below `` impart your pinna bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every live on ounce of her willpower to retain from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a couplet of loosen blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught utter in such habiliment which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her identical twin sister. hoi polloi always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would dress them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own tastes, cypher who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would testify enough damn segmentation that she should be sent plate from school. Any shirt she owned that had button always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale breasts would force out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a brace of tight knickers that almost always seemed to drop away off her coxa to bring out her thong and a touch modality of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is booty.

All the popular guys in schooltime would stare and pass on little pennywhistle of approval as they high fived one another same hillbillies that had just won the drawing. While all the dorky kids would creep meridian and do their best to hide their lilliputian minuscule boners to keep from being punched by the cooler guy wire. Could n't throw the nerds staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The to a lesser extent pop girls would make disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would take a body that would warrent so a lot attention. They were impertinent enough however to sleep with 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 supporter would watch and take distinction of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would differentiate her all about which hombre stared and then they would laugh about all the petty nerds who pitched tiny trouser tents.

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

Bree got to school in metre to snaffle her Christian Bible from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend microphone ( one of many known to have pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the first gear bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't sustain any reason to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a crowd hanging around her footlocker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her front in schooling. Bree figured she did n't need to be caught with mortal from the `` the lower half '' of the school. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her Quaker made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big prank going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her initiative three class without having to see her baby but knew it was just a issue of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd stop.

She was curled up in the lap of her exceedingly hunk slash super bastard swain Brad next to their storage locker. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super productive sept and the biggest bully in the school. Which of course made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last twelvemonth 's most popular senior boy Will and James River the twelvemonth before that. Bree could narrate they did n't even like each other and to be good any time she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most popular guy and she was the most pop girl. Sickening really.

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

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

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

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

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 kind of public restroom but she also had a pudding head decrepit bladder that told her only at the finale arcminute that it was clip to go. It never gave her meter to design. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll require to incur a position to go to the can ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T care IF YOU pissing YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. FIND A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's pudding head phonation ...

So before leaving the schooltime she went to the girls bathroom and `` took care of business ''. She washed her handwriting and opened the door. She only took one step 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 foot out or even throwing a wild lick. cipher 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 good shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her finish in a inviolable unwavering handle. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling swain Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football game buddies ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to learn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to snog her boldness 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 lick his gloomy lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so a lot stronger though. His fierce work force held her so tight that she could feel her skin vexation every time she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The weird twin '' he said and rolled his middle theatrically while his pal howled in the background.

His traveling bag loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a stone's throw he grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea and pulled her back to him. He moved one handwriting behind her headland and grabbed a handfull of her blonde pilus. `` Do n't sputter '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his dress circle jerking chum were too.

He pulled her head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to apparel like your sis you could have some of this '' he moved her hired hand down to his cock which was straining against his tight denim ( must sustain ended the rope jerk early on she thought ). Of row he said this in a representative that was far from a whisper and his booster lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the suspect thing ever.

Bree felt her boldness turn smart red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen penis. She was about to take hold of for his balls and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the ass out of here gross out '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to erupt through the door when she heard one of the idiot yell after her `` hey I do n't care what form of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the door closed behind her.

Thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big empty house. She was slightly out of breathing spell due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her clothing indeed did n't matter and chased her down on her way place. 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 upstair to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to examine how macho he was in front of his stern brother protagonist. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for supporter. Her parents did n't give a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was xvi and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course of study but she showed her patronage through her total deficiency of caring.

Her pace echoed loudly through the abandon mansion as she climbed the utmost few footmark. She hated how placid it was here. Her parents were almost never dwelling house and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their sole kids so after schoolhouse Bree had the place pretty a good deal to herself.

She opened her sleeping accommodation door and plopped down in battlefront of her reckoner hoping to release herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her fiddling encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All sort 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 take her and her brain would vagabond from all of the shit of the day. This time however she could n't escape from what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly vacate school. Brad had always been a dick head but mostly when it came to her, he just prefer to ignore her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass face young man had done to her but knew it would n't weigh. Trina had a salutary heart and soul. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's salutary heart was buried under a few pounds of makeup, middling clothes and all the sparkly thing she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could babble out about such matter. Maybe over java and they could both fit 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 public opinion meant to face like a whore.

Bree sighed out flashy as if someone might hear her so she 'd suffer a someone to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room rassling with her thoughts.

She stopped in presence of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What form of creation was she living in ? Since when did being nice to masses mean you were uncool ? Why did it weigh if you liked to dress in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a filth ? She smiled at the use of the Good Book filth. Bree had always found it to be a rummy piffling word.

Her reflection had no response for her interrogation and always seemed to argue with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two different perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to wrick away when a view hit her. She had been playing decent her whole sprightliness and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an solution after all. A plan started to mold in her mind. She would take Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's wearing apparel god knows she had passel. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her whisker and makeup in a way that would provide her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the foremost people there. He liked to keep up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice piffling chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to hold he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete program but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her Sister 's room was speckless. Everything was put in a right place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no cross on her hopeful E. B. White sheets. She even had a little Elwyn Brooks White teddy bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her sis. She had gotten him when she was seven ... bounciness was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her chest of drawers sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to prefer from. First however she 'd need a nice unawares skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a visible radiation little cotton dame that only went to the eye of her thighs. Perfect she thought plenty of skin showing and surprisingly prosperous. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her titty to glint out from the top revealing plentifulness of cleavage. She opened the top draftsman just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underclothing her sis owned. The draftsman was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a lean pair of black lacing panties. It was of course of study one of those butt floss lash her baby loved so lots. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty-bellied. After a few endorsement she stripped out of her own ( plain White person ) panties and slipped her sisters on.

The feeling 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 panty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same individual places had her nub racing. Her noetic mind seemed to exclude off briefly as she had a sudden urge to tint herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her kitty through the thin lace fabric. She could feel the heat of her hide and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her back talk until she reached her clit. She felt a strong bang of pleasure flush 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 fuck just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her babe 's panties ?

Her mind raced to incur a rational explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her sister 's slit had once been in the precise Saame spot. That would just be looney right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her drumhead stopped spinning. She needed to take the step-in with her now. Trina would know if she found a duo of slightly wet scanty on her floor that she had been in her room fucking with her apparel. She put her jean back on and stuffed the step-in in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to close up it when she saw the turning point of a leger poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white bloom. It had maybe three hundred pages. A belittled lock chamber in the shape of a petite kernel was on the front. Must be Trina 's journal she thought.

oddment 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 original position. Her drawers held different little gem that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as accolade for saltation royal family. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a cheap little sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most late 12th form homecoming queen crown. She even a quad subject for the promenade world-beater crownwork that she 'd no doubtfulness soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the terpsichore ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with volition ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the twelvemonth before. She was running out of estimation of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A idea 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 chamber releasing.

Once she had it exposed she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the firstly thirty Sir Frederick Handley Page looked like zippo but stupefied school day small talk. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a bitch. Now she 's my best ally and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a thriftlessness of time and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the first piazza.

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

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

August 3rd

I do n't live where to begin with today 's entranceway. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a cast 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 bathroom I saw a pair of Bree 's panties in the corner. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the succeeding thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. role of me was so disgusted with myself but another part of me was panting with agitation. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The third time however I was unable to discontinue. I held them tightly to my nose for a short spell. Her smell intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the genitals of her panties against my clitoris. Every strange act brought me confining 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 way and cried for over an hour. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I require my babe ? I 've always been so trusted of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself good of questions that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find answers to them and matter can go back to normal. That is of path if the answers I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few recondite breath and take the entry two Thomas More multiplication to make for certain that what she had seen had actually been on the Page before her. She found there was no misapprehension and wondered if there would be anymore revelation in her babe 's diary. Maybe she would find out that her sister had wrote it as a antic and was n't sure as shooting which she hoped for ...

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

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the foreign new touch sensation that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the Earth's surface of my head. I thought that maybe I just liked fille. The other day I tested my possibility by staying after cheer drill and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt cipher. 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 feet. Still nothing close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's scanty. I 've come to the closing that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nix could ever happen 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 ruin our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm unforced to ruin the friendly relationship for now to save our relationship as siblings for the foresighted run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the Page. She could n't think her sister could bear these kind of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for repute rather than for any thick reason. Bree did n't recollect she was capable of having these kind of touch sensation to be reliable.

As surprised as she was to see these thing out about her sister she was even more surprised by the response her eubstance and judgment were having to what she read. Her head felt light. Her affectionateness was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more than thing that she was trying desperately to disregard but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thigh in a lead line to her kitty-cat. It was getting unfit every clock time she reread what was on the Page and it had her crossing her stage tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to drive any kind of cuneus between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every Nox to forfend seeing her but I still experience her presence every time I return home. I have to fall by her elbow room every single sentence I go to mine. I see her low-cal coming from under the room access and my psyche ca n't avail but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel disgorge with guilt feelings and worry every day. I try to close these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my spot with Bree. I can no longer agitate the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't run a risk the equipment casualty it would induce 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 painful thing to do and I really do finger bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can retain myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two ideas right now. number one I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to feed picture to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and think I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for potential topographic point to put a peek maw. I think I may give birth a dependable spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a complete panorama of her way. Hopefully this will avail me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her sister could cause seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her elbow room naked but she did masturbate from time to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her spunk tread picked up even more than as she searched the diary for the solvent ...

October 3rd

Today I feel ignitor as a feather. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be innocent again. This confusing business with my baby has put so much insistence on me lately and now that I 've had some backup from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the end few days I 've put my program into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing biz on the computer but terminal nighttime all of my endeavor finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right hand in presence of her computer. I had a perfect view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few minute just staring off and I wondered if she was going to twist the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer president and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't give birth asked for a better view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every motility as her deal ran down from her breasts to her diminutive pot 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 life. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her finger picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy job since I had been set up since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end result that much more square ...

Bree was lost in her version. Finding these hidden trueness about her sister and discovering some truth hidden cryptical inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of fervor that ran down her pelt like finger nails, intense but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the footstep in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !