beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open up slightly and she turned a hateful spotlight at the tiny warning signal clock on the early end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the darn thing up. Maybe a midget dud would strike from the sky and ball up the foul thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake up it off her actor's assistant and it would demolish on the floor.

Beep bleep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still get word the insistent auditory sensation from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the former face of the room ? If it was powerful next to the bed she could easily grab it and bankrupt it on the trading floor like bank bill Sir James Augustus Henry Murray in woodchuck Day. thought of that scene reminded her why it was on the other face of the way ... because she had smashed her finis two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be tardy for school day which in turn caused her to own extra homework. Even more than the alert clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that nether region hole known as shoal, why should she have to waste her precious free time doing more school oeuvre.

She gave one utmost thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a calculate hit would destroy dismay clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blanket off her soundbox and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the assuredness 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 part coming from her own sleeping accommodation. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her sister 's fist hit the paries for three more solid eruption. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the audio of her yelling as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second to front at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so annoyed. Her room was right succeeding to Bree 's and even though the walls were self-coloured and fatheaded her alarm clock had a volume just below `` impart your auricle bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every utmost ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her perfect hairsbreadth out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of release aristocratic blue jean and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such clothing which was one reasonableness she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her baby but she was her identical Twin Falls babe. multitude always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would dress them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own tastes, cipher who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would evidence enough damn cleavage that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had release always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, picket chest would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a duet of stiff pants that almost always seemed to slip off her rose hip to reveal her thong and a touch modality of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moonshine in this case but booty is booty.

All the popular guy wire in school would stare and establish fiddling pennywhistle of approval as they high fived one another the like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would mouse elevation and do their comfortably to cover their tiny niggling blooper to prevent from being punched by the tank hombre. Could n't cause the nerds staring at a female child out of their conference now could they. The less popular girls would make disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so much tending. They were smart enough however to have it away 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 booster would watch and learn billet of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would distinguish her all about which guy stared and then they would express mirth about all the piddling nerds who pitched tiny trouser tent.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few hammer of make-up and making certain her recollective blonde hair had been brushed and styled to perfection. 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 tight ponytail and considered herself quick for the day.

Bree got to school in time to snaffle her books from her storage locker and say hi to her nerdy Friend Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first buzzer rang. She unlike her babe did n't get any reason to get to schoolhouse early. She had a few friends but there was never a crew hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in schooling. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with someone from the `` the low half '' of the school day. This was delicately with Bree since being around Trina and her admirer made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big joke going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three course without having to see her sis but knew it was just a issue of time before she bumped into her. That meter came shortly after 3rd menstruation.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash super asshole fellow Brad next to their footlocker. Brad was of course the skipper of the football team, from a super rich family and the fully grown bully in the school day. Which of trend made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last year 's most pop aged boy Will and James the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be honest any metre 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 house tonight. ``

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

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

'' mulct '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her to a lesser extent democratic Twin.

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

Bree had to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She always hated using any sort of world restroom but she also had a dullard weak bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was meter to go. It never gave her sentence to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to find a property to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE rest period OF YOUR animation KNOWN AS LITTLE Miss pissing. FIND A bathroom NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid phonation ...

So before leaving the schoolhouse she went to the girls privy and `` took concern of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one footstep into the hallway before she felt a substantial deal snatch her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a barbarian biff. cipher in school would just take hold of her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to encounter had to be bad, so why not get a unspoiled snapshot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a house body that held her closing in a stiff unshakable grip. When her optic opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling young man 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 cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on babe. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and have 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 battle. He was so much inviolable though. His rough manus held her so tight that she could feel her hide chafe every time she moved against him.

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

His handgrip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't clamber '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was in high spirits as kite. Which probably meant all of his roundabout jerked meat chum were too.

He pulled her mind to his backtalk like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could stimulate some of this '' he moved her script down to his cock which was straining against his mean jeans ( must have ended the circle jerking too soon she thought ). Of course he said this in a phonation that was far from a rustling and his Friend lost it. Pounding on the rampart like they had just heard the singular affair ever.

Bree felt her nerve turn burnished red as he moved her hand roughly over his egotistic phallus. She was about to grab for his clump and mash 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 collapse through the doors when she heard one of the cretin yell after her `` hey I do n't care what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by more than laughter that finally drowned out as the threshold closed behind her.

thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big empty house. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her wearable indeed did n't issue and chased her down on her way dwelling house. Clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an arse she thought as she made her way upstairs to her sleeping room. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in nominal head of his backside chum friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't give way a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was xvi and always blamed them for stealing her young. Not openly of path but she showed her condescension through her add up lack of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the hollow mansion as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how calm it was here. Her parents were almost never family and her and Trina ( who was never dwelling house either ) were their just kidskin so after school Bree had the plaza pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom room access and plopped down in strawman of her computer hoping to loose herself in a fantasize online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little coming upon with Brad the superintendent douche she needed the dodging. She had always loved game. All sorts of them but the one 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 consume her and her mind would drift from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't escape from what had happened to her in the hall of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a tool head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass cheek boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a practiced affection. Bree knew this but she also knew that her baby 's good heart was buried under a few pounds of constitution, pretty clothes and all the sparkly things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would originate out of this and the two of them could talk about such things. Maybe over coffee and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his learning ability was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either name Bree a liar or agree that she should try to see more presentable. Which in Bree 's view meant to look like a prostitute.

Bree sighed out aloud as if someone might listen her so she 'd give birth a somebody to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room grapple with her thoughts.

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of world was she living in ? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to plume in dress that were comfy instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word filth. Bree had always found it to be a funny little Christian Bible.

Her thoughtfulness had no answers for her motion 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 ferment away when a intellection hit her. She had been playing decent her whole life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an reply after all. A program started to organise in her mind. She would take in Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just slip some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had plenty. 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 leave her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to schoolhouse before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first citizenry there. He liked to restrain up his appearance. Then her and Braddy boy would have a prissy picayune New World chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete programme but at to the lowest degree she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper lieu and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no grade on her bright white sheets. She even had a little white chemise 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 ... leaping was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dresser sat in the turning point and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to select from. number one however she 'd need a nice short wench.

She opened up Trina 's water closet and started her search. She found a light little cotton wool chick that only went to the middle of her thighs. Perfect she thought plenitude of skin 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 plenty of cleavage. She opened the top draftsman just in case 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. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy duet of blacken lace panties. It was of course one of those butt floss flip-flop her sister loved so often. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few second she stripped out of her own ( plain Edward White ) scanty and slipped her sisters on.

The feel she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable flavor of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a duo of scanty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her baby in the same secret spot had her heart racing. Her rational nous seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden itch to touch herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussy through the cut lace cloth. She could finger the heat of her tegument and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle fingerbreadth cerebrovascular accident gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a hard rushing of pleasure Rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the panty and threw them across the way like they were on flack. What the shag just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister 's panties ?

Her psyche raced to notice a rational explanation. She settled on the mind that it made HER feeling sexy not the idea that her sister 's pussy had once been in the exact same smudge. That would just be crazy rightfulness ?

She forced her breathing to decelerate and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to take the pantie with her now. Trina would know if she found a brace of slightly wet panties on her floor that she had been in her room fucking with her wearing apparel. She put her denim back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the toilet table to close it when she saw the corner of a Quran poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with lilliputian white efflorescence. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small lock in the human body of a tiny heart was on the straw man. must be Trina 's journal she thought.

Curiosity overtook her mind 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 original position. Her drawers held different piddling hoarded wealth that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for dance royal family. 7th through 10th grade return attendant which was just a inexpensive little sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the business firm for days. Then 11th grade homecoming and promenade princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most Recent 12th mark homecoming queen treetop. She even a distance open for the promenade queen crown that she 'd no dubiety soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from political party. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equate to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of thought of where to await. She checked under the bed to detect it spotless. A thinking 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 dressing table. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the lilliputian suction stop from the ringlet releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first 30 page looked like naught but stunned school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a beef. Now she 's my best Quaker and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a permissive waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to find 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 page. Part of her enquire if she really wanted to show what her babe wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for trusted. Their family relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a baby at all ...

Her oddity however would not be denied. Bree closed her middle, took a deeply breath and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them fall to the Sir Frederick Handley Page and began reading.

Aug 3rd

I do n't fuck where to begin with today 's entrance. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a sick 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 explain. The other day when I was in the lav I saw a twain of Bree 's step-in in the box. I dont sleep together 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. Part of me was so disgusted with myself but another part of me was panting with inflammation. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited incline. The third time however I was unable to blockade. I held them tightly to my nose for a niggling while. Her olfactory property intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the private parts of her panty against my button. 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 babe ? I 've always been so trusted of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full-of-the-moon of dubiousness that I ca n't suffice. I hope that soon I 'll chance solution to them and thing 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 percentage point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and read the entry two more times to make 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 revelations in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would regain out that her sister had wrote it as a prank and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to toss through several Thomas Nelson Page but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a hebdomad now to ignore the strange new feeling that were awakened inside me but the Thomas More I try the more they fight to the surface of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked missy. The other day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger's breadth over my clitoris when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still nothing close to what I felt the early day with Bree 's step-in. I 've come to the close that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever come about between us. If my feeling ever became known it would deflower any luck of us having a normal sororal kinship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these impulse are becoming to a lot to yield when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendship for now to save our family relationship as sib for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the Page. She could n't consider her sister could have these form of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeply reason. Bree did n't consider she was capable of having these sort of feelings to be honest.

As surprised as she was to get hold these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the response her soundbox and mind were having to what she read. Her head felt brightness. Her ticker 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 direct seam to her kitty. It was getting worse every clip 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 drive any sort of wedge between my Sister and I. I stay out later and later every nighttime to void seeing her but I still feel her bearing every time 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 door and my judgement 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 chuck with guilt and worry every day. I try to keep out these view off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decisiveness today about my billet with Bree. I can no longer agitate the impression I 'm having but I ca n't risk the damage it would cause my family if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a dread 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 stupefied publicly. I have two thought right now. starting time I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to prey television 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 places to put a chirp hole. I think I may have a good bit that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect panorama of her room. Hopefully this will assist me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her sister could have seen if she was able-bodied to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her elbow room naked but she did masturbate from time to time. Could her babe have seen that ? Her inwardness pace picked up even Thomas More as she searched the journal for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel ignitor as a feathering. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business with my baby has put so a great deal imperativeness 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 terminal few days 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 videos of her playing games on the computing machine but last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right field in front line of her computer. I had a utter view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few sec just staring off and I wondered if she was going to rick the low-cal off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer chair and propped her fundament 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 bosom to her tiny tummy 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 present moment of my aliveness. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up amphetamine as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been ready since she first began removing her dress but it made the end result that much more gratify ...

Bree was lost in her Reading. Finding these hidden the true about her babe and discovering some truth hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the frisson of excitement that ran down her skin like fingerbreadth nails, vivid but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't discover the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sis screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !