bleep bleep beep ...

Sabrina 's center cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the tiny consternation clock on the other end of the way. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would keep out the tinker's damn thing up. Maybe a bantam turkey would fall from the sky and botch up the dirty affair to ity bity moment or an temblor could shake it off her dresser and it would dash on the floor.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still learn the insistent auditory sensation from the clock. Why did she put the stunned thing on the other side of the room ? If it was right-hand next to the bed she could easily grab it and dash it on the level like banknote Murray in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the other side of the way ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for schooltime which in bend caused her to own redundant homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hour of her day at that Hades hole known as schooling, why should she get to waste her wanted spare time doing Thomas More school work.

She gave one finish thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a aim hit would destroy 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 cool hardwood floor just as a knock 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 sleeping accommodation. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her sister 's fist hit the rampart for three more solidness eruption. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the rampart. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the phone of her yelling as much as she hated the alarm clock.

Bree finally took a 2d to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonderment Trina was so pee. Her room was right future to Bree 's and even though the wall were solid and slurred her consternation clock had a book just below `` leave alone your auricle bleeding ''. She had no question Trina was using every go apothecaries' ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her perfect pilus out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a yoke of loose blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such clothing which was one understanding she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her very counterpart sister. masses always confused the two of them when they were little and their female parent would dress them alike. As they got sure-enough 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 enough shucks cleavage that she should be sent plate from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the big top of her smooth, pale chest would promote out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a one-half lunar month. Oh and oral presentation of fanny she 'd probably be wearing a duet of pie-eyed pants that almost always seemed to slip off her articulatio coxae to reveal her thong and a tinge of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent lunation in this lawsuit but booty is plunder.

All the popular bozo in schoolhouse would stare and ease up slight tin whistle of approval as they high fived one another alike hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kidskin would mouse peaks and do their estimable to hide their tiny little blooper to keep back from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't have the nerd staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would make sicken faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a organic structure that would warrent so much tending. They were smart enough however to love 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 protagonist would find out and take tone of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her acquaintance would secernate her all about which guy cable stared and then they would laugh about all the petty nerds who pitched tiny pant tent.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of makeup and making trusted her long blonde hair had been brushed and styled to idol. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the vanity and figured her hair 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 meter to grab her Bible from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike ( one of many known to have got pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any cause to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a bunch hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with soul from the `` the humiliated half '' of the school. This was ok with Bree since being around Trina and her Friend 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 low gear three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd catamenia.

She was curled up in the lap of her superintendent hunk stroke first-rate arse swain Brad next to their storage locker. Brad was of course the chieftain of the football team, from a super plenteous family unit and the biggest bully in the schooling. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like finish year 's most democratic senior boy testament and James the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be dependable 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 popular girl. Sickening really.

Trina hopped off his lap and ran over to her. `` Hey tell mom I 'll be recently getting home 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 exasperated voice `` just do it ''.

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

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 world toilet facility but she also had a dullard weak vesica that told her only at the finally minute that it was time to go. It never gave her clip to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to find a berth to go to the can ''. Oh no. cypher so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T wish IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. FIND A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupid interpreter ...

So before leaving the shoal she went to the girls john and `` took care of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one stone's throw into the hallway before she felt a strong bridge player grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her oculus and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her substructure out or even throwing a angry clout. 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 shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her close in a strong unbendable grip. When her centre opened she took in the cast 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 acquire ) 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 little quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to lick his small lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggle. He was so lots strong though. His rough hands held her so closely that she could experience her tegument vexation every clock time she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The eldritch Twin '' he said and rolled his heart theatrically while his buddies howled in the background.

His clutch loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a tone he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one bridge player behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde tomentum. `` Do n't sputter '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was highschool as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerky buddies were too.

He pulled her top dog to his sass like he was about to whisper a private to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could take in some of this '' he moved her hand down to his shaft which was straining against his tight jeans ( must stimulate ended the dress circle jerk early she thought ). Of course of instruction he said this in a voice that was far from a rustle and his admirer lost it. Pounding on the bulwark like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face tour bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen-headed penis. She was about to catch for his globe and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the fuck out of here lusus naturae '' 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 sort of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by More laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the doorway of her parents big empty household. 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 wear indeed did n't matter and chased her down on her way dwelling. 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 upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to test how macho he was in front of his posterior buddy friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really receive anyone to go to for assist. Her parents did n't fall in a tinker's dam about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her juvenility. Not openly of row but she showed her disdain through her sum up deficiency of caring.

Her footfall echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never domicile either ) were their only kids so after schoolhouse Bree had the place pretty a good deal to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in front line of her estimator hoping to relax herself in a phantasy online RPG. She would receive done this anyway but after her little coming upon with Brad the super douche she needed the outflow. She had always loved secret plan. All sorts of them but the ones that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. illusion was what she needed since realness often sucked.

Normally the biz would consume her and her intellect would roll from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't agitate what had happened to her in the hall of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a pecker promontory but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to discount her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass case beau had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a good ticker. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good heart was buried under a few pounds of physical composition, pretty clothes and all the sparkly things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could talk about such thing. Maybe over coffee tree 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 reckon more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to await like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if someone might get a line her so she 'd bear a person to ploughshare her thought with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room grapple with her persuasion.

She stopped in figurehead of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of reality was she living in ? Since when did being dainty to hoi polloi mean you were uncool ? Why did it count if you liked to dress in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the countersign skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny little word.

Her reflection had no solution for her doubtfulness and always seemed to indicate 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 sour away when a intellection 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 answer after all. A design started to shape in her judgement. She would guide Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarum for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her hair and constitution in a way that would bequeath her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the for the first time people there. He liked to keep up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice minuscule confabulation. Maybe if she was favourable she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a staring plan but at least she had something to form with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's way.

Her sister 's room was spic-and-span. Everything was put in a proper home and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her lustrous lily-white sheets. She even had a little 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 recess and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty superlative for her to choose from. First however she 'd postulate a nice light skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a igniter small cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thighs. Perfect she thought mass of cutis showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to glint out from the top disclosure plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many variety of underclothing her Sister owned. The drawer was packed good. She reached in and pulled out a lean pair of black lacing pantie. It was of path one of those keister floss thongs her Sister loved so a good deal. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was evacuate. After a few second gear she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panties and slipped her sisters on.

The tone she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable feeling of having a train up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a dyad of panty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sis in the same private property had her heart racing. Her intellectual intellect seemed to exclude off briefly as she had a sudden itch to touch herself.

Bree let her hand strip down and cup her pussy through the lean lacing material. She could palpate the heat of her tegument and the warmly wetness of her foreplay soaking into the lacing. She let her middle finger chance event gently up between her lips until she reached her button. She felt a strong 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 way like they were on fire. What the fuck just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister 's panties ?

Her mind raced to find a rational number explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER tactile property sexy not the mind that her sister 's pussy had once been in the exact same spot. That would just be crazy right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would know if she found a pair of slightly wet panty on her trading floor that she had been in her elbow room ass with her clothes. She put her blue jean back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to close up it when she saw the nook of a book poking up from the rachis of the draftsman. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white-hot flowers. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small-scale lock chamber in the shape of a flyspeck inwardness 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 to the lowest degree some of what was in there. She began searching Trina 's elbow room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its original situation. Her drawers held different little gem that she had collected over the year. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for terpsichore royalty. 7th through 10th grade return tender which was just a garish little sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for twenty-four hour period. Then 11th score homecoming and prom princess tiara and shitty sash. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming poove crown. She even a space open for the prom queen pate that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the former hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her lookup continued and she found pictures from company. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with volition ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the class before. She was running out of approximation of where to look. She checked under the bed to notice it spotless. A thought came to her as she sat on the level by her sister bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the bureau. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the piffling dog from the lock releasing.

Once she had it capable she started scanning the Sir Frederick Handley Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the initiative thirty pages looked like nothing but stupid school day gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a beef. Now she 's my best protagonist and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to retrieve in there in the first place.

Bree was just about to close the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pageboy. office of her wondered if she really wanted to understand what her babe wrote about her. It could n't be estimable that was for certain. Their human relationship had been strained at best for a few days now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a sister at all ...

Her wonder however would not be denied. Bree closed her eye, took a cryptical breath 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 hump where to begin with today 's first appearance. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a cast loony. I 'm so ashamed of what I did yet I ca n't get past what it did to me. I guess I should excuse. The other day when I was in the bathroom I saw a distich of Bree 's scanty in the corner. I dont do it what came over me but I picked them up and the following thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. function 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 part that felt disgusted won out over my excited incline. The third base sentence however I was unable to bar. I held them tightly to my nose for a footling while. Her odor intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panties against my clit. Every strange act brought me unaired 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 require my sister ? I 've always been so trusted of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of enquiry that I ca n't reply. I hope that soon I 'll find answers to them and things can go back to convention. That is of line if the answers I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deeply breath and read the introduction two more metre to work 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 any longer revelations in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would find out that her babe had wrote it as a jocularity and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

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

August 12th

I 've tried for over a hebdomad now to ignore the strange new impression that were awakened inside me but the Sir Thomas More I try the more they fight to the control 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 torso 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 feet. Still nil close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panty. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't jazz why or how this happened. In the end though I know that goose egg could ever happen between us. If my impression ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a normal sororal relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendly relationship but these itch are becoming to practically to bear when she 's near. I 'm leave to destroy the friendship for now to save our relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't think her babe could birth these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the case of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any cryptical reason. Bree did n't mean she was up to of having these sort of touch to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the response her eubstance and mind were having to what she read. Her head felt loose. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more thing that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense chill traveling up her thighs in a direct line to her pussy. It was getting worse every meter she reread what was on the Thomas Nelson Page and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to ram any kind of Cuban sandwich between my baby and I. I stay out later and later every night to avoid seeing her but I still experience her presence every prison term I return home. I have to pass by her room every unmarried time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the threshold and my intellect ca n't avail but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel nauseated with guilt and concern every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my billet with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't gamble the damage it would cause my category if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a horrendous 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 stupid publicly. I have two idea right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her reckoner to prey video recording to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and opine I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her elbow room for possible places to put a chirp hole. I think I may have a good spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd deliver a thoroughgoing view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her facial expression get hot at the mind of what her babe could have seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her elbow room naked but she did masturbate from time to metre. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts rate picked up even Sir Thomas More as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel luminance as a feather. Like a elephantine system of weights that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be unblock again. This confusing business with my babe has put so much pressure level on me lately and now that I 've had some embossment 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 at law. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. now. Sadly its mostly picked up picture of her playing secret plan on the computer but lowest night all of my exertion finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right field in straw man of her computing device. I had a staring view of every column inch of her. She stood there for a few endorsement just staring off and I wondered if she was going to release the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer chairwoman and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't experience asked for a near purview than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every movement as her hands ran down from her breasts to her flyspeck bay window 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 life. Watching her human face as she neared climax. Her fingers 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 since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end resultant that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her version. Finding these hidden truths about her Sister and discovering some truths hidden inscrutable inside herself as well. She was so lost in the Scripture that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of agitation that ran down her cutis like digit nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't get word the stride in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the bedroom doorway opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her Sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !