bleep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's heart cracked afford slightly and she turned a hateful limelight at the bantam alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her promontory under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the tinker's dam thing up. Maybe a tiny bomb would lessen from the sky and blow the ill-gotten thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her dressing table and it would smash on the floor.

beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the clamant strait from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the former side of the room ? If it was right-hand next to the bed she could easily snap up it and demolish it on the trading floor like Bill Gilbert Murray in woodchuck Day. thought process of that scene reminded her why it was on the other position of the room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two affair had caused her to be lately for schooling which in crook caused her to accept extra homework. Even more than the consternation clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hell hole known as shoal, why should she have to waste her precious free time doing more than school oeuvre.

She gave one last thought to chucking her pillow across the way and seeing if a direct hit would demolish alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big seeing red that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the mantle off her organic structure and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her invertebrate foot hit the cool hardwood floor just as a knock sounded on her wall `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking matter off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's articulation coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her sister 's clenched fist hit the wall for three to a greater extent solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sis would hate the strait of her shouting as much as she hated the alert.

Bree finally took a 2nd to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the blasted thing had been going off for 20 minute of arc ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was flop next to Bree 's and even though the walls were solid and thick her alarm clock had a intensity just below `` leave your spike bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every last ounce of her willpower to keep open from pulling her utter hair out by the smattering.

She walked over to her dresser to explore for some wearing apparel for the day. She settled on a pair of relax blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught beat in such wearable which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her very Twin Falls sister. mass always confused the two of them when they were little and their female parent would dress them alike. As they got onetime and started dressing themselves to their own penchant, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show sufficiency darn cleavage that she should be sent home from schooling. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale breasts would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a one-half moon. Oh and speaking of tooshie she 'd probably be wearing a pair of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to reveal her thong and a tinge of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent lunar month in this suit but prize is booty.

All the pop guys in school would stare and make fiddling pennywhistle of favourable reception as they high fived one another alike bushwhacker that had just won the drawing. While all the dorky small fry would sneak peaks and do their best to obscure their petite little boo-boo to keep from being punched by the cooler guy. Could n't have the swot staring at a little girl out of their conference now could they. The less popular girls would wee-wee disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so practically attending. They were smart enough however to hump 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 take bank note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guy wire 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 constitution and making sure her yearn blond tomentum had been brushed and styled to beau ideal. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her hair wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a plastered ponytail and considered herself set up for the day.

Bree got to school in clock time to grab her leger from her footlocker and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first Melville Bell rang. She unlike her sis did n't give birth any grounds to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a bunch hanging around her storage locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her bearing in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with someone from the `` the frown half '' of the school. This was hunky-dory with Bree since being around Trina and her friends made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big jest going around that she was unaware of and the caper was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three form 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 stop.

She was curled up in the lap of her tiptop hunk slash super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the maitre d'hotel of the football game team, from a super rich crime syndicate and the biggest bully in the school day. Which of course of study made him the most democratic guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like final year 's most popular senior boy Will and James the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be honest any sentence 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 young lady. 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 home or if she was that she 'd give two diddley 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 counterpart.

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 form of public restroom but she also had a poor fish weakly vesica that told her only at the lastly minute that it was fourth dimension to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few time of day you 'll need to find a place to go to the privy ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T wish IF YOU water YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR living KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS pee. regain A privy NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid person vox ...

So before leaving the school she went to the girls bathroom and `` took care of business ''. She washed her men and opened the door. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a secure bridge player catch her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her optic and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her metrical foot out or even throwing a wild punch. Nobody in school would just take hold of her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a trade good shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm consistence that held her close in a strong unbendable grip. When her oculus opened she took in the var. of Trina 's smiling fellow Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football game buddies ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to learn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her boldness but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on babe. 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 low-toned lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her battle. He was so much stronger though. His rough hand held her so pissed that she could sense her cutis chafe every time she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The unearthly 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 stride he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one manus behind her mind and grabbed a handfull of her blonde fuzz. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his optic and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle saccade buddies were too.

He pulled her head to his back talk like he was about to whisper a hole-and-corner to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could have some of this '' he moved her paw down to his cock which was straining against his tight jeans ( must have ended the circle jerked meat early on she thought ). Of course he said this in a phonation that was far from a susurration and his booster lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the odd matter ever.

Bree felt her boldness turn of events bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his self-conceited penis. She was about to snap up for his ballock and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the fuck out of here gross out '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to burst through the doorway when she heard one of the idiot yell after her `` hey I do n't wish what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

XXX minutes later Bree finally walked through the threshold 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 topic and chased her pile on her way home. wearing apparel 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 prove how macho he was in forepart of his bottom chum friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really stimulate anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't dedicate a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course but she showed her scorn through her aggregate lack of caring.

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

She opened her sleeping room room access and plopped down in presence of her computer hoping to loose herself in a illusion online RPG. She would ingest done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All variety of them but the ones that really drew her were the unity that allowed her to be something else. phantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her mind would drift from all of the turd of the day. This fourth dimension however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty school day. Brad had always been a dick capitulum but mostly when it came to her, he just select to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass human face boyfriend 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 effective fondness was buried under a few pounds of makeup, pretty clothes and all the sparkly things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would originate out of this and the two of them could mouth about such things. Maybe over java and they could both fit in that Brad had shit where his learning ability 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 thought meant to look like a whore.

Bree sighed out forte as if someone might try her so she 'd make a mortal to share her view with. Sadly like always there was cipher else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her thought.

She stopped in nominal head of the mirror and stared at her mirror image. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of globe was she living in ? Since when did being nice to citizenry mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to garb in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the Christian Bible crud. Bree had always found it to be a funny piddling word.

Her reflection 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 unlike perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a thought hit her. She had been playing squeamish her totally life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her thoughtfulness did offer up an answer after all. A plan started to form in her brain. She would convey Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had mass. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her sis and do her fuzz and makeup 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 hoi polloi there. He liked to keep up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would take a Nice little schmoose. Maybe if she was favorable she 'd get him to take he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete plan but at least she had something to ferment with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's elbow room.

Her Sister 's room was spick-and-span. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright white canvass. She even had a little white shimmy 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 name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dressing table sat in the box and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty big top for her to pick out from. get-go however she 'd need a nice abruptly skirt.

She opened up Trina 's wardrobe and started her hunting. She found a perch little cotton skirt that only went to the midsection of her second joint. perfect tense she thought sight of sputter exhibit and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to glance out from the top revealing plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in event there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many form of underwear her sister owned. The draftsman was packed wide. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of black lace pantie. It was of course one of those butt floss thongs her baby loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was vacate. After a few s she stripped out of her own ( plain egg white ) panties and slipped her sisters on.

The opinion she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable opinion of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of scanty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same private places had her heart racing. Her rational number mind seemed to keep out off briefly as she had a sudden urge to touch herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussycat through the thin lacing cloth. She could feel the heat of her tegument and the lovesome wetness of her stimulation soaking into the lace. She let her middle fingerbreadth chance event gently up between her backtalk 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 panties 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 sis 's panties ?

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

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her school principal stopped spinning. She needed to take the step-in with her now. Trina would fuck if she found a pair of slightly wet panties on her floor that she had been in her elbow room screw with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her air pocket.

Bree went back to the dressing table to close down it when she saw the niche of a Scripture poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white flowers. It had maybe three hundred Page. A small-scale lock in the flesh of a diminutive pith was on the front end. mustiness be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her 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 room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its archetype position. Her drawers held different petty treasures that she had collected over the twelvemonth. One was specially for affair that she 'd been given as accolade for dance royalty. 7th through 10th grad return attendant which was just a cheap little cincture but she remembered Trina wearing it around the planetary house for days. Then 11th grade return and promenade princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most Recent 12th mark homecoming queen jacket. She even a quad open for the prom poove crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the early hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from party. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche bag nearly equal to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to look. She checked under the bed to recover it spotless. A thought came to her as she sat on the level 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 dressing table. Her script was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock chamber releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five calendar month ago and the first thirty pages looked like nothing but stupid schoolhouse chin wag. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a bitch. 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 seat.

Bree was just about to conclude the rule book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the Page. Part of her question if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for sure. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't suffer a sister at all ...

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

August 3rd

I do n't know where to get with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a sick creep. 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 lavatory I saw a duad of Bree 's panties in the corner. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the following thing I knew I was breathing in her fragrance 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 role that felt disgusted won out over my excited incline. The third time however I was ineffective to stop. I held them tightly to my olfactory organ for a little spell. Her fragrance 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 want my sister ? I 've always been so sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself good of questions that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll recover answers to them and thing can go back to pattern. That is of course of action if the response 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 breaths and read the unveiling two more times to make sure that what she had seen had actually been on the Thomas Nelson Page before her. She found there was no misapprehension and wondered if there would be any longer revelations in her babe 's diary. Maybe she would find out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't surely which she hoped for ...

She had to tack through several pages but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to cut the unknown new tone 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 sunshine drill and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their physical structure but I felt zippo. I even tried running a digit over my clit when one of my ally had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her metrical foot. Still zilch close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the conclusion 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 tone ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a formula sisterly kinship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendly relationship but these urge are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm will to smash the friendship for now to pull through our family relationship as siblings for the farseeing run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pageboy. She could n't believe her sister could sustain these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all multitude. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeply reason. Bree did n't guess she was subject of having these kind of tactile sensation to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find these affair out about her sister she was even more surprise by the reaction her consistence and mind were having to what she read. Her brain felt illumine. Her substance was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more thing that she was trying desperately to brush off but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thighs in a place line to her pussy. It was getting speculative every time she reread what was on the page and it had her crossing her leg tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to drive any kind of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to forfend seeing her but I still sense her presence every prison term I return home. I have to pass by her room every bingle clock time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my intellect ca n't avail but mean of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilt and vexation every day. I try to close these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk the damage it would get my fellowship 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 finger bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can preserve myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two thought right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to run video 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 topographic point to put a peep hole. I think I may accept a good smirch that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd sustain a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her baby could give seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her room naked but she did she-bop from time to time. Could her sis have seen that ? Her hearts pace picked up even more as she searched the diary for the reply ...

October 3rd

Today I feel luminosity as a feathering. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be release again. This confusing business with my sister has put so practically insistence on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new someone. I guess I should explain huh. So over the last few day I 've put my programme into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up television of her playing games on the computer but close nighttime all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front of her electronic computer. I had a perfect view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to grow the Inner Light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer professorship and propped her groundwork up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a better view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her breasts to her lilliputian tummy before finally reaching her wet pussycat. 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 minute of my life. Watching her face as she neared coming. 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 prepare since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end result that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her meter reading. Finding these hidden truths about her babe and discovering some true statement hidden cryptic inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of excitement that ran down her cutis like finger nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't learn the footsteps in the hall. She did n't even observe when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !