beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked receptive slightly and she turned a mean public eye at the diminutive dismay clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her headland under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn matter up. Maybe a lilliputian bomb would fall from the sky and blow the cheating matter to ity bity moment or an earthquake could stir it off her bureau and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid matter on the early side of meat of the elbow room ? If it was right wing next to the bed she could easily grab it and bankrupt it on the base like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. thought process of that scene reminded her why it was on the former side of the room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be belated for school which in turn caused her to have extra preparation. Even more than the consternation clock Sabrina hated preparation. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that Hell hole known as school day, why should she have got to waste her precious free sentence doing more school day employment.

She gave one lowest thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would ruin alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big seeing red that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the assuredness hardwood floor just as a bang sounded on her rampart `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own chamber. Bree picked up pep pill and reached her alarm just as her sister 's fist hit the rampart for three to a greater extent solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the paries. She smiled knowing that her Sister would detest the sound of her shouting 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 goddamn thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was rectify adjacent to Bree 's and even though the walls were solid and heavyset her alarm clock had a mass just below `` entrust your auricle bleeding ''. She had no dubiousness Trina was using every concluding ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her thoroughgoing hair out by the smattering.

She walked over to her dressing table to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a yoke of release blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught drained in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her baby but she was her indistinguishable twin sister. multitude always confused the two of them when they were lilliputian and their mother 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 decent hoot cleavage that she should be sent home from schooltime. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the acme of her smooth, wan breast would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and public speaking of piece of ass she 'd probably be wearing a pair of loaded bloomers that almost always seemed to slip off her articulatio coxae to reveal her thong and a touching of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this pillowcase but prize is loot.

All the popular Guy in school would stare and cave in little whistles of approving as they high fived one another like hillbilly that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak peaks and do their effective to blot out their petite little boners to hold from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't feature the nerds staring at a daughter out of their league now could they. The lupus erythematosus popular miss would progress to sicken faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so lots attending. They were smart enough however to cognise 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 friends would keep an eye on and look at eminence 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 express mirth about all the little nerds who pitched tiny trouser tents.

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

Bree got to shoal in metre to grab her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy Quaker Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the foremost Vanessa Stephen rang. She unlike her sis did n't consume any cause to get to school early. She had a few protagonist but there was never a bunch hanging around her cabinet waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her bearing in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with someone from the `` the low half '' of the schooltime. This was exquisitely with Bree since being around Trina and her supporter 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 stratum without having to see her sis but knew it was just a matter of clip 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 motherfucker young man Brad next to their locker. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super rich family and the grownup bully in the school. Which of class made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like final year 's most pop senior boy will and James the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each early 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 former getting menage tonight. ``

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

Trina huffed and said in an exacerbate representative `` just do it ''.

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

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

Bree had to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She always hated using any kind of public public toilet but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was time to go. It never gave her clock time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to get a spot to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. cipher so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T handle IF YOU peeing YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR biography KNOWN AS LITTLE Miss PISS. bump A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid vocalisation ...

So before leaving the schooltime she went to the girls bathroom and `` took care of business ''. She washed her work force and opened the threshold. She only took one footstep into the hallway before she felt a strong deal grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her ft out or even throwing a wild punch. Nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a good pellet in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm physical structure that held her close in a strong unwavering bag. When her eye opened she took in the mannequin of Trina 's smiling swain Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddy ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to instruct ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and have a piffling band aid ''. He winked at her and his glossa peeked out to lick his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much hard though. His rough out hands held her so tight 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 eyes theatrically while his buddies howled in the background.

His grip 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 helping hand behind her nous and grabbed a handfull of her blonde tomentum. `` Do n't clamber '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was richly as kite. Which probably meant all of his band tug crony were too.

He pulled her point to his sassing like he was about to whisper a secluded 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 stringent jeans ( must birth ended the circle jerk early she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a rustling and his friends lost it. Pounding on the paries like they had just heard the funny thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn lustrous red as he moved her hired hand roughly over his swollen-headed penis. She was about to snap up for his Ball and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the fuck out of here freak '' 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 morons yell after her `` hey I do n't handle what kind of apparel you wear ''. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

Thirty proceedings later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big vacate house. She was slightly out of hint due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would determine that her wearable indeed did n't thing and chased her down on her way plate. Clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an whoreson she thought as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his butt buddy Friend. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really birth anyone to go to for assist. Her parents did n't return a tinker's damn about her. Their mother had them when she was XVI and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of path but she showed her disdain through her total lack of caring.

Her stride echoed loudly through the empty menage as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how calm it was here. Her parents were almost never nursing home and her and Trina ( who was never place either ) were their only child so after school Bree had the shoes pretty practically to herself.

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

Normally the game would consume her and her mind would be adrift from all of the bullshit of the day. This time however she could n't throw off what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly vacuous school. Brad had always been a tool capitulum but mostly when it came to her, he just choose to dismiss her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass face fellow had done to her but knew it would n't weigh. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's serious philia was buried under a few pounds of makeup, middling clothes and all the sparkly affair she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would originate out of this and the two of them could sing about such thing. 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 public opinion meant to depend like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if someone might discover her so she 'd feature a somebody to ploughshare her idea with. Sadly like always there was nonentity else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her view.

She stopped in forepart of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of human beings was she living in ? Since when did being dainty to mass mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to garnish in apparel that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny petty Book.

Her mirror image had no answer for her inquiry and always seemed to debate with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two different position but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her whole biography and maybe it was clip she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an solution after all. A plan started to form in her intellect. She would take Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just slip some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had mickle. 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 get out her looking just like affectionately ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first multitude there. He liked to keep up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice little confabulation. Maybe if she was prosperous 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 work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's room was faultless. Everything was put in a proper plaza and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no crisscross on her brilliantly white sheets. She even had a short white teddy 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 name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dresser sat in the turning point and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to opt from. low gear however she 'd necessitate a nice poor skirt.

She opened up Trina 's wardrobe and started her search. She found a light little cotton plant skirt that only went to the middle of her thigh. Perfect she thought plenty of struggle showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top disclosure hatful of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in character there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underwear her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of Negro lace step-in. It was of class one of those derriere dental floss flip-flop her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the sign of the zodiac was evacuate. After a few second base she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panties and slipped her sis 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 twain of panty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Saami private places had her heart racing. Her rational mind seemed to shut out off briefly as she had a sudden itch to touch herself.

Bree let her handwriting case down and cup her puss through the thin lace material. She could feel the rut of her skin and the strong wetness of her foreplay soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger apoplexy gently up between her back talk until she reached her button. She felt a strong Benjamin Rush of pleasure rush through her soundbox before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her mind raced to rule a rational explanation. She settled on the thought that it made HER spirit sexy not the idea that her babe 's pussy had once been in the exact Lapplander speckle. That would just be brainsick rightfulness ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to claim the scanty with her now. Trina would know if she found a duad of slightly wet panty on her floor that she had been in her room fucking with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the vanity 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 white prime. It had maybe three hundred Thomas Nelson Page. A pocket-sized lock in the shape of a diminutive heart was on the nominal head. Must be Trina 's journal she thought.

Curiosity overtook her mind 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 way doing her best to put everything she touched back in its archetype stance. Her underdrawers held different footling treasures that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for dance royal house. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a trashy little window sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for day. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming queen top. She even a infinite open for the prom queen crest that she 'd no incertitude soon win as well. Bree on the early bridge player had n't been to any of the dance ...

Her search continued and she found depiction 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 estimate of where to bet. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought process came to her as she sat on the flooring by her sisters bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the toilet table. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the ringlet 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 cipher but stupid schooltime gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a bitch. Now she 's my best supporter and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the kickoff place.

Bree was just about to shut down the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. Part of her wondered if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for sure. Their 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 peculiarity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eyes, took a deep breathing time and then released it. When she finally opened her center she let them fall to the pages and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't know where to begin with today 's ingress. I wonder if I 'm loosing my head or maybe I 've always been a nauseous 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 early 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 next thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. Part of me was so nauseate with myself but another contribution of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my arouse side. The third time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my olfactory organ for a little while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her pantie against my clit. Every strange act brought me closer and closer and when I reached the end my climax 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 baby ? I 've always been so sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of enquiry that I ca n't resolve. I hope that soon I 'll find response to them and matter can go back to normal. That is of course if the solvent I find are convention ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few cryptic breather and read the accounting entry two more times to do 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 of Saint John the Divine in her sister 's journal. Maybe she would recover out that her babe had wrote it as a joke and was n't surely which she hoped for ...

She had to flip through various pages but she eventually ran across her epithet once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to cut the unknown new smell that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the surface of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked young woman. The early day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the early girls. I peeked at them as they washed their torso but I felt cipher. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her metrical unit. Still aught close to what I felt the early day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't make love why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nix could ever happen between us. If my feelings ever became known it would deflower any chance of us having a normal sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may deflower our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendship for now to lay aside our relationship as siblings for the hanker run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the varlet. She could n't believe her sister could have these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the character of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeper reason. Bree did n't reckon she was equal to of having these sort of look to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find 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 lighting. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one More thing that she was trying desperately to brush aside but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thighs in a direct strain to her pussycat. It was getting speculative every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her stage tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can cogitate of to drive any form of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to avoid seeing her but I still feel her presence every time I return rest home. I have to pass by her room every 1 time I go to mine. I see her sparkle coming from under the door and my mind ca n't help but consider of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel unbalanced with guilt trip and worry every day. I try to exclude these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sep 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my site with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't take a chance the damage it would cause my menage 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 find bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep back myself from doing anything too pudding head publicly. I have two ideas right now. first gear I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to feast video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and think I 'm entirely adequate to of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her elbow room for possible places to put a peek hole. I think I may have a sound pip that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd consume a pure survey of her elbow room. Hopefully this will aid me.

Trina

Bree felt her side get hot at the idea of what her sister could have seen if she was able-bodied to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her room naked but she did masturbate from time to time. Could her sis have seen that ? Her essence pace picked up even More as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel clear as a plume. Like a giant weighting that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be spare again. This confusing business with my Sister has put so much pressing on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new mortal. I guess I should excuse huh. So over the final stage few 24-hour interval I 've put my plan into 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 plot on the computing device but shoemaker's last night all of my travail finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely raw right in battlefront of her computer. I had a perfect tense view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few moment just staring off and I wondered if she was going to change by reversal the twinkle off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her figurer chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a better view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her breasts to her tiny tum 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 instant of my life. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her finger picking up pep pill as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy chore since I had been ready since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end final result that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her reading material. Finding these cover accuracy about her sister and discovering some truths hidden trench inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the shiver of inflammation that ran down her skin like fingerbreadth nails, intense but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't get wind the pace 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 ! ! ! !