bleep bleep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked unfastened slightly and she turned a hateful glower at the tiny warning signal clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her head teacher under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the shit thing up. Maybe a tiny bomb would light from the sky and blow the dirty thing to ity bity turn or an earthquake could shake up it off her vanity and it would smash on the storey.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still take heed the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the other slope of the room ? If it was decently following to the bed she could easily grab it and nail it on the storey like Bill Murray River in Groundhog Day. thought process of that conniption reminded her why it was on the other incline of the room ... because she had smashed her close two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be belated for school which in turn caused her to have extra homework. Even more than the alert clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hell hole known as schooltime, why should she take in to waste her precious liberate time doing more school employment.

She gave one end thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a target hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blanket off her body and scooted to the boundary of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood storey just as a bash sounded on her paries `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking affair off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm system just as her sister 's fist hit the wall for three more solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her baby would hate the auditory sensation 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. Shit the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so blind drunk. Her room was aright next to Bree 's and even though the wall were solid and thick-skulled her alert clock had a book just below `` leave your pinna bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every last apothecaries' ounce of her self-control to keep from pulling her perfect haircloth out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some dress for the day. She settled on a pair of liberal blue-blooded dungaree and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught utter in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her babe but she was her monovular twin sis. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would line up 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 express sufficiency damn cleavage that she should be sent place from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tiptop of her smooth, pale bosom would labor out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and oral presentation of shtup she 'd probably be wearing a pair of tight pant that almost always seemed to luxate off her pelvic arch to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this typeface but booty is booty.

All the popular guys in school would stare and give little tin whistle of approving as they high fived one another like hillbilly that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak heyday and do their trump to hide their diminutive little boners to hold from being punched by the tank guy wire. Could n't have got the grind staring at a female child out of their conference now could they. The less democratic girls would make tired of faces and secretly pray that someday they would ingest a body that would warrent so much care. They were smart enough however to cognize 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 take in and adopt annotation of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her supporter would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would express joy about all the little nerds who pitched tiny trouser collapsible shelter.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few British pound of makeup and making certain her longsighted blonde hair had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her hairsbreadth wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a tight ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to shoal in time to grab her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike ( one of many known to give birth pitched a tent for Trina ) before the outset Vanessa Bell rang. She unlike her babe did n't give any reason to get to schooltime early. She had a few friend but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her mien in school day. Bree figured she did n't need to be caught with somebody from the `` the lower one-half '' of the schoolhouse. This was ticket with Bree since being around Trina and her champion made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big jest going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three year without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of fourth dimension before she bumped into her. That clock time came shortly after 3rd catamenia.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk virgule superintendent motherfucker boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the headwaiter of the football team, from a super plentiful mob and the biggest bully in the shoal. Which of course of instruction made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to go to Trina. Just like close year 's most popular aged boy Will and James II the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each early 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 democratic girl. 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 household or if she was that she 'd make two shits about you being home or not ? ''

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

'' fine '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her LE pop Twin.

The repose 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 populace toilet facility but she also had a stunned weak bladder that told her only at the finish minute that it was meter to go. It never gave her meter to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to find a position to go to the bath ''. Oh no. nada so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU piddle YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR spirit KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS piss. FIND A can NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupid voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the missy bathroom and `` took upkeep of business ''. She washed her manpower and opened the door. She only took one stride into the hallway before she felt a strong helping hand grab her behind her waistline. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her base out or even throwing a angry punch. Nobody in school would just catch her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a secure shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a house body that held her ending in a strong unwavering grip. When her center opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football pal ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to learn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to osculate her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on infant. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and ingest a little quicky ''. 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 struggle. He was so much stronger though. His rough manus held her so tight that she could feel her skin chafe every clock 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 grasp 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 hand behind her oral sex and grabbed a handfull of her blond haircloth. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high school 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 consume some of this '' he moved her hand down to his shaft which was straining against his tight jean ( must consume ended the circle jerk ahead of time 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 shady matter ever.

Bree felt her face crook bright red as he moved her hired hand roughly over his swollen member. She was about to snap up for his balls and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the nookie out of here junkie '' 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 care what kind of apparel you wear ''. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

thirty transactions later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big vacuous house. She was slightly out of intimation 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 dwelling. apparel 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 how macho he was in presence of his butt buddy protagonist. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for help. 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 early days. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her total deficiency of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty-bellied house as she climbed the endure few footstep. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never menage and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their just Thomas Kyd so after schoolhouse Bree had the situation pretty a good deal to herself.

She opened her bedroom threshold and plopped down in front of her computer hoping to release herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would bear done this anyway but after her little confrontation with Brad the super douche bag she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All sorts of them but the single 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 squander her and her mind would drift 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 dick head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass side young man had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good marrow was buried under a few pounds of makeup, pretty clothes and all the glittering things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would turn out of this and the two of them could babble about such thing. Maybe over coffee and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his nous 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 seem like a whore.

Bree sighed out garish as if mortal might take heed her so she 'd have got a person to ploughshare her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was cipher else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her thoughts.

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a genial conversation with her it. What form 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 coif in wearing apparel that were comfortable instead of dressing like a crud ? She smiled at the use of the word of honor skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny little word.

Her observation had no reply for her questions 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 position but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a thinking hit her. She had been playing nice her whole life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an resolution after all. A plan started to take form in her mind. She would assume Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had sight. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm clock for 6:10 so she could get up before her baby and do her hair and makeup in a way that would go forth her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to schooling before her since she knew Brad was always one of the number one people there. He liked to observe up his coming into court. Then her and Braddy boy would give birth a dainty piffling chat. Maybe if she was favourable she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete plan but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's way.

Her sister 's room was faultless. Everything was put in a right place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marking on her bright white sheets. She even had a fiddling white teddy bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her sister. She had gotten him when she was seven ... Bounce was his figure if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her toilet table sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. First however she 'd demand a overnice short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light little cotton bird that only went to the middle of her thighs. perfective tense she thought mickle of shinny showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her bosom to glance out from the top revealing plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in display case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many sort of underwear her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy distich of shameful lacing panties. It was of course one of those butt dental floss G-string her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panties and slipped her babe 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 distich of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Lapplander private stead had her heart and soul racing. Her rational mind seemed to close off briefly as she had a sudden urge to stir herself.

Bree let her hand slickness down and cup her pussy through the thin lace material. She could feel the heating system of her skin and the warm wetness of her stimulation soaking into the lacing. She let her middle digit fortuity gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a strong rush of delight rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her mind raced to retrieve a rational number account. She settled on the approximation that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her sister 's kitty had once been in the demand same spot. That would just be nutcase right ?

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

Bree went back to the chest of drawers to close it when she saw the quoin of a volume poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with midget E. B. White flowers. It had maybe three hundred pages. A pocket-size lock in the shape of a petite warmness was on the front. must be Trina 's diary 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 room doing her proficient to put everything she touched back in its master attitude. Her drawers held dissimilar little hoarded wealth that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as honor for dancing royalty. 7th through 10th mark return attendant which was just a crummy little sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th mark homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming fagot summit. She even a space open for the prom female monarch crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other script had n't been to any of the dancing ...

Her hunt continued and she found pictures from company. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with will ( a douche nearly match to Brad ) from the class before. She was running out of mind of where to look. She checked under the bed to chance 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 paw was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little pawl from the ringlet releasing.

Once she had it undecided she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the low gear thirty pages looked like cypher but stupe school comment. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This little girl 's a squawk. Now she 's my best friend and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of clock time and was wondering what she had expected to witness in there in the first space.

Bree was just about to come together the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. parting of her inquire if she really wanted to study what her Sister wrote about her. It could n't be goodness that was for sure. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few eld now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't hold a sister at all ...

Her curiosity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eyes, took a cryptic breath and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them fall to the pageboy and began reading.

Aug 3rd

I do n't know where to begin with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a mad weirdo. I 'm so ashamed of what I did yet I ca n't get past what it did to me. I guess I should explain. The early day when I was in the bathroom I saw a twain 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 olfactory property as I touched myself. share of me was so churn up with myself but another section of me was panting with fervour. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The third meter however I was unable to break off. I held them tightly to my nose for a little while. Her odor intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the genitalia of her panties against my button. Every strange act brought me closer and closer and when I reached the end my orgasm was unlike anything I 've ever experienced. When it was over I went back to my room and cried for over an hour. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I want my Sister ? I 've always been so certainly of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of interrogative that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find answers to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the answers I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished meter reading and realized that at some power point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breather and translate the ledger entry two to a greater extent clock time to make 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 Apocalypse in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would line up out that her sister had wrote it as a prank and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

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

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to snub the strange new feelings 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 girls. The former day I tested my theory by staying after cheer exercise 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 over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her metrical foot. Still cipher close to what I felt the early day with Bree 's panty. I 've come to the finis that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that cypher could ever happen between us. If my feelings ever became known it would break any chance of us having a normal sororal relationship. I 've decided to be even more aloof with her. It may deflower our already strained friendly relationship but these urges are becoming to much to accept when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendship for now to hold open our relationship as sibling for the foresighted run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the page. She could n't believe her Sister could have these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all mass. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeper grounds. Bree did n't consider she was subject of having these variety of feel to be dependable.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her physical structure and psyche were having to what she read. Her read/write head felt wakeful. Her nub was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one to a greater extent thing that she was trying desperately to brush off but could not. There was an vivid tingle traveling up her second joint in a direct line to her cunt. It was getting worse every time she reread what was on the varlet and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to repel any kind of wedge between my babe and I. I stay out later and later every night to annul seeing her but I still feel her mien every time I return home. I have to pass by her elbow room every undivided sentence I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the threshold and my mind ca n't help but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel tired of with guilt and worry every day. I try to shut out these thought process off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sep 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my place with Bree. I can no longer contend the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk the damage it would cause my family if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a terrible thing to do and I really do feel bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too dullard publicly. I have two ideas right now. first gear I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to eat telecasting to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and think I 'm entirely equal to of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible places to put a chirrup hole. I think I may have a upright spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will serve me.

Trina

Bree felt her human face 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 tenderness gait picked up even more than as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel illume as a feather. Like a elephantine 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 much pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some easement from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the last few days 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 TV of her playing games on the computer but last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely raw right hand in figurehead of her estimator. I had a perfect persuasion of every inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer hot seat and propped her invertebrate foot up on the desk. I could n't experience asked for a ameliorate view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every relocation as her workforce ran down from her titty to her tiny stomach 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 import of my biography. Watching her face as she neared coming. Her digit picking up stop number as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an slow undertaking since I had been ready since she first began removing her dress but it made the end solvent that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her recital. Finding these shroud truths about her babe and discovering some truths hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the Christian Bible that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of upheaval that ran down her skin like finger nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even remark when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sis screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !