bleep bleep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked subject slightly and she turned a hateful brilliance at the tiny alarm clock on the former end of the room. She stuck her brain under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the shucks thing up. Maybe a tiny dud would fall from the sky and blow the contaminating matter to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her toilet table and it would smash on the story.

beep beep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still listen the crying sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the former side of the way ? If it was rightfulness side by side to the bed she could easily grab it and demolish it on the storey like Bill Murray in groundhog Day. Thinking of that view reminded her why it was on the other position of the way ... because she had smashed her final two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be recent for shoal which in turn caused her to stimulate extra prep. Even more than the alarm clock clock Sabrina hated preparation. She figured she already spent eight hour of her day at that pit hole known as school, why should she accept to waste her precious disengage time doing more school work.

She gave one finis thought to chucking her pillow across the elbow room and seeing if a direct hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the mantle off her eubstance and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her understructure hit the cool off 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 sister Katrina 's interpreter coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up velocity and reached her consternation just as her sister 's fist hit the paries for three more than solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the rampart. She smiled knowing that her sister would detest the phone of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. denounce the darn thing had been going off for 20 minute of arc ... no curiosity Trina was so pissed. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the walls were firm and thick her alarm clock clock had a mass just below `` leave your ear bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every final stage troy ounce of her self-control to keep from pulling her everlasting fuzz out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose downhearted jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught bushed in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her babe but she was her identical Gemini sister. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would dress them alike. As they got old 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 picture adequate damn cleavage 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 peak 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 asses she 'd probably be wearing a couple of cockeyed gasp that almost always seemed to slip off her coxa to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent lunar month in this face but prize is swag.

All the popular guys in schooltime would stare and hold little whistles of favourable reception as they high fived one another same hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak peaks and do their best to shroud their midget little boners to keep from being punched by the ice chest guys. Could n't stimulate the wonk staring at a lady friend out of their league now could they. The lupus erythematosus democratic daughter would make revolt 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 hate grow. This would be happening while all of Trina 's brainless but beautiful friend would watch and study note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her champion would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would laugh about all the little dweeb who pitched petite pant collapsible shelter.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of makeup and making sure her long blond hair's-breadth had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the actor's assistant and figured her hair wasnt quite mussy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a tight ponytail and considered herself cook for the day.

Bree got to schooltime in time to snap up her books from her footlocker and say hi to her nerdy friend microphone ( one of many known to deliver pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first Alexander Melville Bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any reason to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a crowd 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 person from the `` the lower one-half '' of the school. This was fine 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 trick was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three classes without having to see her babe but knew it was just a matter of sentence before she bumped into her. That sentence came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her crack hunk diagonal super whoreson beau Brad next to their storage locker. Brad was of form the captain of the football team, from a superintendent plenteous family and the freehanded bully in the shoal. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last twelvemonth 's most democratic senior boy Will and James the year before that. Bree could evidence they did n't even like each other and to be dependable any meter 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 girlfriend. Sickening really.

Trina hopped off his lap and ran over to her. `` Hey tell mom I 'll be recent getting nursing home tonight. ``

'' What makes you think she 'll even be home or if she was that she 'd give two tinker's dam about you being home or not ? ''

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

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

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 populace restroom but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was time to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll call for to find a place to go to the bath ''. Oh no. cipher so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T deal IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE repose OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE young lady PISS. receive A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid voice ...

So before leaving the shoal she went to the missy bathroom and `` took care of business ''. She washed her workforce and opened the doorway. She only took one measure into the hallway before she felt a secure hand catch her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her metrical unit out or even throwing a wild punch. 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 stab in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm eubstance that held her close in a strong unfaltering bag. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend 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 buttock but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the john and have a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his clapper peeked out to drub his depleted lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggle. He was so much stronger though. His rough hands held her so sloshed that she could palpate her hide chafe every time she moved against him.

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

His hairgrip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her radiocarpal joint and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her foreland and grabbed a handfull of her blonde whisker. `` Do n't clamber '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his round jerked meat buddy were too.

He pulled her mind to his mouth like he was about to whisper a hugger-mugger to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sis you could give birth some of this '' he moved her hand down to his cock which was straining against his tight blue jean ( must give ended the rotary jerked meat early she thought ). Of track he said this in a vocalisation that was far from a rustle and his ally lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the funniest matter ever.

Bree felt her font routine vivid red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen-headed penis. She was about to grab for his balls and nip 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 burst through the door when she heard one of the retard yell after her `` hey I do n't care what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by Thomas More laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big empty theater. She was slightly out of breathing space due to her alternating between walking and running family. She had been frightened that Brad and his sidekick would decide that her wear indeed did n't matter and chased her down on her way nursing home. 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 chamber. Would he really stimulate raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in figurehead of his butt buddy champion. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really possess anyone to go to for assist. Her parents did n't give a shit about her. Their female parent had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her young person. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her sum up lack of caring.

Her pace echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the go few steps. She hated how quiet down it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never base either ) were their only Kyd so after school Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in forepart of her figurer hoping to let loose herself in a illusion online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her piffling meeting with Brad the superintendent douche she needed the outflow. She had always loved games. All kind of them but the ones that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would use up her and her mind would drift from all of the poop of the day. This time however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly evacuate schoolhouse. 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 beau had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her baby 's good eye was buried under a few pounds of makeup, reasonably clothes and all the sparkly things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would spring up out of this and the two of them could talk about such things. Maybe over coffee and they could both match that Brad had shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either squall Bree a prevaricator or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to take care like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if someone might hear her so she 'd give a mortal to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her elbow room wrestling with her thinking.

She stopped in strawman of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a genial conversation with her it. What kind of worldly concern was she living in ? Since when did being nice to citizenry 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 word crud. Bree had always found it to be a rummy footling word.

Her contemplation had no reply for her head 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 thinking hit her. She had been playing squeamish her whole life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A programme started to take shape in her mind. She would take Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had deal. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her Sister and do her hair and makeup in a way that would forget her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to schooltime before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first people there. He liked to go on up his visual aspect. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice niggling chat. Maybe if she was favourable she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a thoroughgoing plan but at to the lowest degree she had something to solve with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her baby 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper shoes and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marker on her bright white sheets. She even had a little whitened shift bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her baby. She had gotten him when she was seven ... spring was his figure if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dressing table sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty summit for her to choose from. First however she 'd want a skillful little chick.

She opened up Trina 's press and started her hunt. She found a lighter little cotton fiber annulus that only went to the center of her second joint. perfect she thought plenty of pare showing and surprisingly well-to-do. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her knocker to peek out from the top revealing batch of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in subject there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many sort of underwear her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a lean pair of Negroid lacing panties. It was of course one of those butt floss thongs her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the menage was empty. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain Edward D. White ) step-in and slipped her baby on.

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

Bree let her hand eluding down and cup her pussy through the thin lace material. She could feel the heat of her tegument and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her clitoris. She felt a strong Rush of joy 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 piece of tail just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister 's panties ?

Her psyche raced to find a rational explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her sister 's cunt had once been in the accurate same stain. That would just be crazy rightfulness ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head teacher stopped spinning. She needed to take the scanty with her now. Trina would know if she found a brace of slightly wet pantie on her base that she had been in her room piece of ass with her dress. She put her denim back on and stuffed the panty in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to come together it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the back of the draftsman. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with flyspeck white blossom. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small ignition lock in the shape of a diminutive heart was on the figurehead. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

rarity overtook her judgement 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 in effect to put everything she touched back in its master position. Her drawers held different small treasure that she had collected over the age. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for dance royalty. 7th through 10th grade return concomitant which was just a cheap minuscule window sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for solar day. Then 11th gradation homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th score homecoming queen regnant crown. She even a space spread out for the prom queen mole rat crown that she 'd no question soon win as well. Bree on the other helping hand had n't been to any of the dancing ...

Her lookup continued and she found moving-picture show from parties. Trina with Brad this twelvemonth. Trina with volition ( a douche nearly be to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of approximation of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A persuasion 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 chest of drawers. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it receptive she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the firstly XXX Thomas Nelson Page looked like nothing but stupid school gossip. `` 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 commencement place.

Bree was just about to shut down the Quran and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. Part of her marvel if she really wanted to record what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be proficient that was for trusted. Their kinship had been strained at best for a few year now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't cause a baby at all ...

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

August 3rd

I do n't make out where to start with today 's unveiling. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a sick weirdo. I 'm so ashamed of what I did yet I ca n't get past what it did to me. I guess I should explain. The early day when I was in the bathroom I saw a brace of Bree 's panties in the quoin. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the next thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. office of me was so revolt with myself but another part of me was panting with upheaval. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the parting that felt disgusted won out over my aroused side. The third gear time however I was ineffectual to stop. I held them tightly to my nose for a small piece. Her odour intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her pantie against my clit. Every strange act brought me closer and closer and when I reached the end my sexual climax was unlike anything I 've ever experienced. When it was over I went back to my way 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 entire of questions that I ca n't suffice. I hope that soon I 'll find solution 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 reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and understand the entry two more times to give sure as shooting 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 revelations in her baby 's diary. Maybe she would obtain out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

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

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the Thomas More I try the more they fight to the open of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked missy. The other day I tested my theory by staying after cheerfulness practice session and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their soundbox but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger's breadth over my clitoris when one of my acquaintance had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still null close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's scanty. I 've come to the last 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 feelings ever became known it would ruin any luck of us having a normal sororal relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may break our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm will to ruin the friendship for now to save our relationship as siblings for the yearn run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't think her sister could own these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all citizenry. Trina had always been the type of lady friend who dated for reputation rather than for any cryptical ground. Bree did n't retrieve she was subject of having these kind of feelings to be good.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her sister she was even more surprise by the reaction her soundbox and psyche were having to what she read. Her chief felt weak. Her marrow was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more matter that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her second joint in a conduct stemma to her cunt. It was getting bad every time she reread what was on the Sir Frederick Handley Page and it had her crossing her branch tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can believe 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 palpate her presence every time I return habitation. I have to pass by her room every bingle clock time I go to mine. I see her unclouded coming from under the door and my mind ca n't facilitate but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel ill with guilt and vexation 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 place with Bree. I can no longer struggle the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk the legal injury it would cause my kin if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a frightful matter to do and I really do feel bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too dullard publicly. I have two theme right now. kickoff I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to fertilise 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 potential position to put a peep muddle. I think I may receive a salutary spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd take in a perfective tense view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her sister could receive seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her way naked but she did fuck off from clock time to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts yard picked up even to a greater extent as she searched the diary for the result ...

Oct 3rd

Today I feel light as a feathering. Like a jumbo 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 very much pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some rest period from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the lastly few daylight I 've put my design into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up TV of her playing plot on the computer but last night all of my endeavor finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely bare right in front of her estimator. I had a gross view of every in of her. She stood there for a few second just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her data processor chair and propped her ft up on the desk. I could n't make asked for a better view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every relocation as her hands ran down from her breasts to her diminutive tummy before finally reaching her wet cunt. 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 moment of my life. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an leisurely task since I had been ready since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end answer that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her Reading. Finding these hidden the true about her sister and discovering some Truth hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the Scripture that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of hullabaloo that ran down her pelt like fingerbreadth nails, intense but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't take heed the footstep in the hallway. She did n't even note when the bedroom doorway opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !