Beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open up slightly and she turned a hateful brilliance at the flyspeck alarm clock clock on the former end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn affair up. Maybe a tiny bomb calorimeter would fall from the sky and swash the dirty thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could didder it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still find out the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the pudding head affair on the former side of the elbow room ? If it was right adjacent to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the floor like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that vista reminded her why it was on the other side of the elbow room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two social function had caused her to be late for shoal which in turn caused her to have special homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated prep. She figured she already spent eight hr of her day at that blaze hole known as school, why should she get to macerate her precious free clip doing more schoolhouse work.

She gave one lastly thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a send hit would demolish alert clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the mantle off her consistency and scooted to the sharpness of her bed. Her feet hit the chill hardwood floor just as a knock sounded on her wall `` 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 bedroom. Bree picked up amphetamine and reached her alarm just as her Sister 's fist hit the paries for three more solid state blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alert.

Bree finally took a second to bet at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the infernal thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the paries were self-coloured and thick her alarm clock clock had a volume just below `` bequeath your pinna bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every go ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her everlasting tomentum out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of easy blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such vesture which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her identical similitude sister. People always confused the two of them when they were short and their mother would dress them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own taste, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would exhibit enough damn cleavage that she should be sent dwelling from school. Any shirt she owned that had clitoris always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, sick chest would crusade out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half lunar month. Oh and speaking of prat she 'd probably be wearing a duet of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to disclose her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent synodic month in this causa but loot is dirty money.

All the popular guy rope in school would stare and give lilliputian pennywhistle of approval as they high fived one another the like hillbillies that had just won the drawing. While all the dorky kids would sneak peaks and do their considerably to hide their tiny petty blunder to prevent from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't have the swot staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The lupus erythematosus democratic missy would make churn up faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so 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 watch and ingest note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would express mirth about all the little grind who pitched midget trouser collapsible shelter.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few Lebanese pound of composition and making trusted her foresighted blond hair had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her fuzz wasnt quite mussy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a compressed ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to school in metre to snaffle her book of account from her storage locker and say hi to her nerdy friend microphone ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first bell rang. She unlike her babe did n't get any rationality to get to schoolhouse early. She had a few acquaintance but there was never a crowd 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 require to be caught with someone from the `` the gloomy one-half '' of the shoal. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her acquaintance made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big jocularity going around that she was unaware of and the antic was usually Bree herself. She made it through her commencement three socio-economic class without having to see her sister but knew it was just a issue of time before she bumped into her. That clip came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash topnotch asshole boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of trend the police chief of the football game squad, from a super rich sept and the bighearted bully in the school. Which of trend made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last yr 's most pop senior boy will and James the class before that. Bree could order they did n't even like each early and to be dependable any clock time she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most popular guy and she was the most popular 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 base or if she was that she 'd chip in two shits about you being home or not ? ''

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

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

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

Bree had to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She always hated using any form of public wash room but she also had a dazed weak bladder that told her only at the last hour that it was time to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll ask to recover a place to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. nada so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE relief OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. see A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the fille bathroom and `` took care of business ''. She washed her script and opened the room access. She only took one step into the hall before she felt a strong hand snatch her behind her shank. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her metrical unit out or even throwing a wild poke. cypher in schooling would just catch her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a honest shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm trunk that held her close in a unattackable unwavering grip. When her oculus opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddies ( 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 can and experience a piffling 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 struggles. He was so a good deal strong though. His rough bridge player held her so tight that she could feel her skin chafe every metre she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The eldritch similitude '' 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 stair he grabbed her wrist joint and pulled her back to him. He moved one bridge player behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair's-breadth. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerked meat pal were too.

He pulled her head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a confidential to her. `` Maybe if you learned to primp like your sister you could get some of this '' he moved her hand down to his cock which was straining against his close jeans ( must have ended the lot jerked meat early she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a voicelessness and his ally lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the rum thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn brilliant red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen phallus. She was about to catch for his clod and squash 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 bust through the doors when she heard one of the imbecile yell after her `` hey I do n't care what form of dress 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 room access of her parents big vacuous house. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running dwelling house. She had been frightened that Brad and his sidekick would decide that her wearable indeed did n't thing and chased her down on her way household. 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 evidence how macho he was in front of his fanny buddy friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for aid. Her parents did n't give a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her youthfulness. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her add together lack of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the live on few steps. She hated how unruffled it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never plate either ) were their alone nestling so after schoolhouse Bree had the spot pretty lots to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in front of her data processor hoping to loose herself in a illusion online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little showdown with Brad the superintendent douche she needed the outflow. She had always loved games. All sorting of them but the I that really drew her were the I that allowed her to be something else. fancy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her idea would roll from all of the crap of the day. This meter however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty schooling. Brad had always been a gumshoe 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 face fellow had done to her but knew it would n't weigh. Trina had a good centre. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's dear heart was buried under a few Pound of constitution, moderately clothes and all the glittering things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could verbalize about such things. Maybe over coffee bean 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 prevaricator or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to look like a lady of pleasure.

Bree sighed out loud as if mortal might hear her so she 'd have a mortal to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nonentity else. She found herself pacing her way wrestling with her thoughts.

She stopped in nominal head of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a genial conversation with her it. What sort of populace was she living in ? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to dress in clothes that were well-fixed instead of dressing like a crud ? She smiled at the use of the word skank. Bree had always found it to be a good story little discussion.

Her reflexion had no answers for her query and always seemed to argue with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two dissimilar perspective but they 're both your own. She was about to change by reversal away when a view hit her. She had been playing nice her whole lifespan and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflexion did proffer up an answer after all. A program started to form in her brain. She would direct Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had wad. Then tomorrow she 'd set her dismay for 6:10 so she could get up before her sis and do her haircloth and composition in a way that would leave her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first people there. He liked to keep up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a Nice short chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to intromit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a double-dyed 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 spotless. Everything was put in a right lieu and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her undimmed flannel sheets. She even had a little Stanford 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 dresser sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty height for her to choose from. first gear however she 'd need a squeamish forgetful doll.

She opened up Trina 's wardrobe and started her hunting. She found a light little cotton fiber skirt that only went to the center of her thighs. perfect she thought plenty of shin viewing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to glance out from the top disclosure plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in font 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-of-the-moon. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy brace of black lace panties. It was of course one of those butt floss thongs her Sister loved so often. Bree looked around even though she knew the family was vacuous. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) step-in and slipped her sisters on.

The feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable look of having a drawing string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same private places had her nitty-gritty racing. Her rational judgment seemed to close off briefly as she had a sudden impulse to touch herself.

Bree let her bridge player pillowcase down and cup her pussy through the slenderize lacing material. She could palpate the heat of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lacing. She let her middle fingerbreadth stroking gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a stiff rush of pleasure rush through her body before realness came crashing down on her.

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

Her idea raced to find a rational explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER flavour sexy not the idea that her sister 's pussycat had once been in the exact like smear. That would just be brainsick right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her school principal stopped spinning. She needed to accept the panties with her now. Trina would know if she found a pair of slightly wet pantie on her floor that she had been in her way nooky with her clothes. She put her jean back on and stuffed the panties in her air pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to close up it when she saw the corner of a record poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with diminutive white bloom. It had maybe three hundred varlet. A small curl in the contour of a tiny bosom was on the front. must be Trina 's journal she thought.

rarity 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 unspoiled to put everything she touched back in its original location. Her boxershorts held different little treasures that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for dance royalty. 7th through 10th course return attendant which was just a flash slight window sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for twenty-four hour period. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and icky waistcloth. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming pouf crown. She even a space open for the promenade queen crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other script had n't been to any of the dance ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this yr. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to appear. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought process came to her as she sat on the flooring by her babe 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 minuscule click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it afford she started scanning the pageboy for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five month ago and the first-class honours degree thirty pages looked like zero but dolt shoal chin wagging. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a gripe. Now she 's my best friend 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 first place.

Bree was just about to fill up the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. character of her wonder if she really wanted to record what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be expert that was for sure. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few class now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a sis at all ...

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

August 3rd

I do n't have it off where to begin with today 's debut. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a spue 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 other day when I was in the bathroom I saw a pair of Bree 's panties in the niche. I dont cognize what came over me but I picked them up and the adjacent thing I knew I was breathing in her aroma as I touched myself. role of me was so disgusted with myself but another voice of me was panting with fervour. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited slope. The third time however I was unable to check. I held them tightly to my nose for a little patch. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her pantie against my clit. 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 elbow 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 sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of question that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find solvent to them and affair 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 point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and read the entry two more clock time to shit 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 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 flip through several pages but she eventually ran across her gens once again.

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a hebdomad now to ignore the foreign 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 other day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the other miss. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt cypher. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my ally had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her metrical unit. Still aught close to what I felt the former day with Bree 's pantie. 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 nothing could ever happen between us. If my opinion ever became known it would smash any fortune of us having a normal sisterly kinship. I 've decided to be even more aloof with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to a good deal to suffer when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendly relationship for now to spare our relationship as sibling for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her sister could accept these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all masses. Trina had always been the case of girl who dated for report rather than for any rich understanding. Bree did n't retrieve she was capable of having these kind of tactile sensation to be dependable.

As surprised as she was to witness these things out about her sister she was even more surprise by the reaction her consistence and judgment were having to what she read. Her headspring felt light. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one Sir Thomas More thing that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense prickling traveling up her thighs in a straight line of merchandise to her slit. It was getting worse every fourth dimension she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can suppose of to drive any kind 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 home. I have to pass by her room every single time I go to mine. I see her easy coming from under the door 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 sickish with guilt trip and vexation every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sept 18th

I 've come to a conclusion 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 impairment it would stimulate my syndicate if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a terrible matter to do and I really do experience 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. low I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her electronic computer to feed video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and cogitate I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for potential places to put a peep hole. I think I may have a good stain that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a arrant sight of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

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

October 3rd

Today I feel ignitor as a plume. Like a goliath weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing concern with my sister has put so much pressure sensation on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explicate huh. So over the last few twenty-four hour period I 've put my plan into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for day now. Sadly its mostly picked up TV of her playing secret plan on the computer but last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked rightfulness in front end of her computer. I had a hone perspective of every inch of her. She stood there for a few endorsement just staring off and I wondered if she was going to deform the easy 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 have asked for a better view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every motility as her hands ran down from her chest to her bantam potbelly 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 inebriate instant of my life. Watching her face as she neared climax. Her fingers picking up focal ratio as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an well-situated project since I had been quick since she first began removing her wearing apparel but it made the end result that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these concealed accuracy about her baby and discovering some verity hidden oceanic abyss inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the chill of hullabaloo that ran down her skin like finger nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't take heed the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even point out when the bedchamber door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her Sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !