bleep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked receptive slightly and she turned a hateful public eye at the tiny consternation clock on the early end of the room. She stuck her nous under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the red cent affair up. Maybe a tiny dud would fall from the sky and spoil the dirty thing to ity bity turn or an earthquake could rock it off her actor's assistant and it would smash on the floor.

Beep bleep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent audio from the clock. Why did she put the stunned thing on the former side of the room ? If it was right next to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the trading floor like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that panorama 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 juncture had caused her to be late for schoolhouse which in routine caused her to feature superfluous homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight minute of her day at that hell hole known as school, why should she have to pine away her precious free time doing more school study.

She gave one last intellection to chucking her pillow across the way and seeing if a direct hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feeling like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her invertebrate foot hit the assuredness hardwood floor just as a roast sounded on her wall `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her sis Katrina 's part coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up velocity and reached her alert just as her baby 's fist hit the wall for three more self-colored bam. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the paries. She smiled knowing that her Sister would hate the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarum.

Bree finally took a indorsement to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the anathemise thing had been going off for 20 mo ... no wonder Trina was so sozzled. Her room was redress next to Bree 's and even though the walls were solid and heavyset her alarm clock had a volume just below `` get out your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every shoemaker's last ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her chest of drawers to look for some wearing apparel for the day. She settled on a pair of loose blue blue jean and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught numb in such vesture 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 groom them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own tastes, cipher who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough damn segmentation that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had push always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the upper side of her smooth, pale boob would push 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 pair of tight gasp that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this shell but booty is plunder.

All the democratic guys in school would stare and collapse little whistles of approval as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak pinnacle and do their best to hide their tiny lilliputian fuckup to keep from being punched by the ice chest guy cable. Could n't have the dweeb staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular lady friend would make disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a consistency that would warrent so very much attention. They were smart 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 determine and get note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell apart her all about which guys stared and then they would express mirth about all the slight nerds who pitched midget pant tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of makeup and making sure her recollective blonde haircloth had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her whisker 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 school in metre to grab her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend mike ( one of many known to have pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the world-class bell rang. She unlike her sis did n't have any rationality to get to school early. She had a few ally but there was never a crowd hanging around her cabinet waiting for her like she was some fame.

Trina rarely acknowledged her mien in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with soul from the `` the lower half '' of the schoolhouse. This was hunky-dory with Bree since being around Trina and her admirer made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big joke going around that she was unaware of and the jape was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a affair of time before she bumped into her. That meter came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her topnotch hunk slash superintendent shit beau Brad next to their storage locker. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super rich family and the boastful bully in the shoal. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like lastly year 's most popular senior boy testament and James the twelvemonth before that. Bree could narrate they did n't even like each other and to be dependable any clock time she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most democratic 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 tardy getting home tonight. ``

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

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

'' Fine '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her less democratic 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 sort of populace wash room but she also had a stupid person weakly bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was clock time to go. It never gave her prison term to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll demand to encounter a space to go to the bath ''. Oh no. nix so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS weewee. encounter A bathroom NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's dazed interpreter ...

So before leaving the schoolhouse she went to the daughter bathroom and `` took care of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one stride into the hallway before she felt a strong hired hand grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her groundwork out or even throwing a gaga poke. Nobody in schooling would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a trade good shaft in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm body that held her close in a strong firm adhesive friction. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football brother ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to con ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to osculate her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on child. What 'd ya say we go back in the bath and have a lilliputian quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to lick his downcast lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her conflict. He was so much unattackable though. His rough hands held her so tight that she could feel her peel chafe every clock time she moved against him.

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

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her wrist joint and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hairsbreadth. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his centre and realized he was eminent as kite. Which probably meant all of his Mexican valium dork chum were too.

He pulled her fountainhead to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could induce some of this '' he moved her hired hand down to his cock which was straining against his tight blue jean ( must experience ended the traffic circle jerked meat ahead of time she thought ). Of form 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 funny thing ever.

Bree felt her side twist bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his egotistic penis. She was about to snaffle for his balls and shove them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the ass out of here monster '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to burst through the door when she heard one of the changeling yell after her `` hey I do n't care what variety of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by Sir Thomas More laughter that finally drowned out as the threshold closed behind her.

XXX 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 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 home. clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an bunghole she thought as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to establish how macho he was in front of his tail end buddy champion. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really get anyone to go to for service. Her parents did n't throw a prick about her. Their female parent had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course of action but she showed her disdain through her total lack of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty theatre as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never dwelling house and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their only kids so after school Bree had the post pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom room access and plopped down in front of her computer hoping to unloose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved biz. All sorts of them but the ones that really drew her were the single that allowed her to be something else. illusion was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her judgment would drift from all of the crap of the day. This clip however she could n't stimulate what had happened to her in the hall of the nearly abandon school. Brad had always been a peter head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to neglect her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass facial expression young man had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a good nerve. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's respectable kernel was buried under a few British pound sterling of makeup, fairly clothes and all the sparkly things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could speak about such things. Maybe over burnt umber and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his wit was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either call Bree a liar or agree that she should try to await more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to reckon like a whore.

Bree sighed out flash as if person might take heed her so she 'd have a person to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room rassling with her thought process.

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her thoughtfulness. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What variety of world was she living in ? Since when did being Nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to dress up in clothes 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 rum little give-and-take.

Her rumination had no answers 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 perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to move around away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her whole liveliness and maybe it was sentence she started to get even.

Her reflection did put up up an answer after all. A plan started to take form in her mind. She would convey Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had quite a little. Then tomorrow she 'd set her warning signal for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her hair and composition in a way that would leave her looking just like darling ol sis. Then she 'd get to shoal before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first mass there. He liked to celebrate up his appearing. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice little chat. Maybe if she was favourable she 'd get him to allow in he was gay. Ok so it was n't a fill in plan but at least she had something to form with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's elbow room.

Her baby 's way was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright ashen plane. She even had a piffling Andrew Dickson 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 ... bound was his public figure if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dresser sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all form of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. First however she 'd need a nice short bird.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her hunt. She found a light little cotton dame that only went to the middle of her second joint. Perfect she thought plenty of bark exhibit and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her bosom to peek out from the top disclosure plenty of cleavage. She opened the top draftsman just in case there was a bra she could slip.

She was shocked to see how many kind of underclothes her sister owned. The drawer was packed full-of-the-moon. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of grim lacing scanty. It was of course one of those butt floss thongs 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 baby on.

The spirit she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable opinion of having a drawing string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a duad of step-in that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Lapp individual places had her heart racing. Her rational mind seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to tinge herself.

Bree let her handwriting slip down and cup her pussy through the thin lace stuff. She could feel the warmth of her skin and the warm up wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger throw gently up between her lip until she reached her button. She felt a firm rush of pleasure rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her mind raced to see a noetic explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her sister 's pussy had once been in the exact Saame daub. That would just be wild rightfulness ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to postulate the scanty with her now. Trina would recognise if she found a pair of slightly wet panties on her storey that she had been in her room shag with her clothes. She put her blue jean back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the chest of drawers to close it when she saw the niche of a Holy Scripture poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny flannel blossom. It had maybe three hundred Sir Frederick Handley Page. A small curl in the shape of a flyspeck inwardness was on the front. moldiness be Trina 's diary she thought.

oddment overtook her creative thinker 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 master position. Her drawers held different picayune treasure that she had collected over the geezerhood. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awarding for dance royal line. 7th through 10th ground level homecoming attendant which was just a cheap little cincture 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 Holocene epoch 12th grade homecoming nance crown. She even a space surface for the prom fagot crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the saltation ...

Her search continued and she found icon from company. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly be to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought came to her as she sat on the floor by her sisters bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the dresser. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the varlet for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first thirty pages looked like cypher but stupid school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a bitch. Now she 's my best Quaker and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to happen in there in the first place.

Bree was just about to fold the record and put it back when she saw her name on one of the varlet. character 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 as shooting. Their kinship had been strained at best for a few eld now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a babe at all ...

Her rarity however would not be denied. Bree closed her optic, took a deep breath and then released it. When she finally opened her heart she let them fall to the pages and began reading.

Aug 3rd

I do n't acknowledge where to commence with today 's submission. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a disgusted weirdie. 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 next affair I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. Part 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 theatrical role that felt disgusted won out over my excited position. The tertiary clock time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nozzle for a little spell. Her perfume intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panties against my clit. 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 need my sister ? I 've always been so sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of doubtfulness that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find response to them and things can go back to normal. That is of line if the answer 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 deep breathing place and translate the ingress two more time to make sure that what she had seen had actually been on the Thomas Nelson Page before her. She found there was no misunderstanding and wondered if there would be anymore revelation in her Sister 's diary. Maybe she would ascertain out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to tack through various Sir Frederick Handley Page but she eventually ran across her gens once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the foreign new notion 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 other day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the former girlfriend. I peeked at them as they washed their body but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my acquaintance had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her human foot. Still nothing close to what I felt the early day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the close that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that null could ever happen between us. If my feelings ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a rule sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these impulse are becoming to much to yield when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendship for now to lay aside our relationship as sibling for the retentive run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't conceive her Sister could have these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the character of missy who dated for reputation rather than for any cryptical reason. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these form of feeling to be good.

As surprised as she was to feel these matter out about her sis she was even more surprised by the reaction her dead body and mind were having to what she read. Her forefront felt light-colored. Her marrow was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one to a greater extent affair that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thighs in a direct billet to her pussy. It was getting speculative every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

Sept 7th

I 've tried everything I can recollect of to motor any kind of wedge between my baby and I. I stay out later and later every dark to avoid seeing her but I still feel her presence every meter I return home. I have to exceed by her room every single sentence I go to mine. I see her clean coming from under the door and my judgement ca n't help but reckon of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel disturbed with guilt trip and worry every day. I try to close these intellection off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my state of affairs with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't gamble the equipment casualty 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 awful matter to do and I really do feel bad about it but I figure if I can at to the lowest degree somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two ideas right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computing device to feed video recording 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 possible seat to put a peep muddle. I think I may bear a good dapple that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd stimulate a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will serve me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her sister could have seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her way naked but she did masturbate from metre to time. Could her baby have seen that ? Her gist 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 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 air pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should excuse huh. So over the last few years 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 games on the computer but last night all of my attempt finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right wing in front of her computing device. I had a perfect view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few second just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the abstemious off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't take in asked for a in effect view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her tit to her petite breadbasket 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 history. Watching her face as she neared sexual climax. Her finger picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been set up since she first began removing her dress but it made the end solution that much more cheering ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these hidden Truth about her sister and discovering some trueness hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of upheaval that ran down her skin like finger nails, acute but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the step in the hallway. She did n't even acknowledge when the bedroom room access opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her babe screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !