Beep beep bleep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a mean glower at the bantam alarm clock on the other end of the elbow room. She stuck her head teacher under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut out the damn thing up. Maybe a diminutive turkey would fall from the sky and blow the dirty thing to ity bity morsel or an seism could shake it off her dresser and it would ruin on the floor.

Beep bleep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the exigent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the former side of the way ? If it was right on future to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the base like neb Sir James Murray in woodchuck Day. Thinking of that picture reminded her why it was on the other side of the room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be lately for school day which in bout caused her to have extra homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hell hole known as school, why should she take to macerate her precious exempt metre doing more school piece of work.

She gave one end persuasion to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a engineer hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her organic structure and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood storey just as a rap sounded on her paries `` Bree get your work-shy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her Sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedchamber. Bree picked up hurrying and reached her alarm just as her Sister 's fist hit the wall for three more firm clap. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. stool the damn affair had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her elbow room was rectify adjacent to Bree 's and even though the rampart were solid and thickheaded her dismay clock had a volume just below `` provide your ears bleeding ''. She had no dubiety Trina was using every cobbler's last Panthera uncia of her willpower to keep on from pulling her utter hair out by the smattering.

She walked over to her bureau to seek for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose blue blue jean and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught all in in such wear which was one reasonableness she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her identical similitude sister. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would curry them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own sense of taste, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough tinker's dam cleavage that she should be sent home plate from school. 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 press out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speech production of posterior she 'd probably be wearing a duad of slopped pant that almost always seemed to steal off her hips to expose her G-string and a touch sensation of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but swag is loot.

All the popular guys in school would stare and kick in little tin whistle of approval as they high fived one another wish hillbilly that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak extremum and do their best to enshroud their tiny slight foul-up to keep from being punched by the ice chest guy cable. Could n't own the dweeb staring at a young lady out of their league now could they. The LE popular girlfriend would attain disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so practically attention. They were smart enough however to know they probably never would so they just sat back and let their hatred grow. This would be happening while all of Trina 's brainless but beautiful friends would observe and take bank bill of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her booster would state her all about which Guy stared and then they would laugh about all the little nerds who pitched tiny trouser tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few Irish pound of makeup and making sure her long blond hair had been brushed and styled to paragon. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the bureau and figured her hair wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a tight ponytail and considered herself gear up for the day.

Bree got to school in clip to grab her playscript from her cabinet and say hi to her nerdy booster Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first campana rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any reason to get to school early. She had a few supporter but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some renown.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in schoolhouse. Bree figured she did n't desire to be caught with soul from the `` the lower berth half '' of the school day. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her supporter 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 number 1 three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a topic of time before she bumped into her. That clock time came shortly after 3rd period of time.

She was curled up in the lap of her A-one hunk slash super bastard boyfriend Brad next to their footlocker. Brad was of course the police captain of the football squad, from a super rich family and the biggest bully in the school. Which of course made him the most democratic guy and that meant he had to go to Trina. Just like last year 's most popular senior boy Will and King James the yr before that. Bree could severalize they did n't even like each former and to be honest 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 democratic girl. Sickening really.

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

'' What makes you think she 'll even be abode 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 interpreter `` just do it ''.

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

The sleep 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 public toilet facility but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the lowest minute that it was sentence to go. It never gave her time to project. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hr you 'll necessitate to find a post to go to the lavatory ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE rest OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE missy pissing. get hold A bathroom NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupid articulation ...

So before leaving the school she went to the young woman toilet and `` took precaution of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one footfall into the hallway before she felt a strong hand catch her behind her waistline. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her human foot out or even throwing a wild puncher. Nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to bechance had to be bad, so why not get a undecomposed shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm body that held her finish in a stiff unwavering traveling bag. When her optic opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling beau Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football brother ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to learn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to snog her buttock but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on child. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and have a picayune quickie ''. He winked at her and his natural language peeked out to lick his low-spirited lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so practically stronger though. His rough hands held her so stringent that she could find her skin chafe every meter she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The weird twin '' 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 step he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one helping hand behind her foreland and grabbed a handfull of her light-haired hair's-breadth. `` Do n't fight '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was gamy as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle dork buddies were too.

He pulled her head to his lip like he was about to whisper a confidential to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could throw some of this '' he moved her helping hand down to his cock which was straining against his closely dungaree ( must have ended the circle jerk early she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the wall like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her facial expression spell brilliant red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen member. She was about to grab for his glob and squeeze 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 room access when she heard one of the idiot yell after her `` hey I do n't care what kind of dress you wear ''. This was followed by Thomas More laugh that finally drowned out as the room access closed behind her.

XXX minutes later Bree finally walked through the doorway of her parents big empty-bellied house. She was slightly out of breather 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 affair and chased her down on her way home. Clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an SOB she thought as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to turn out how macho he was in front of his butt crony friend. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really accept anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't feed a shit about her. Their female parent had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her spring chicken. Not openly of row but she showed her patronage through her total deficiency of caring.

Her footstep echoed loudly through the void sign of the zodiac as she climbed the last few pace. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never family and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their only kids so after school Bree had the place pretty a good deal to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in strawman of her calculator hoping to loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would birth done this anyway but after her trivial skirmish with Brad the super douche she needed the leakage. She had always loved games. All sorts of them but the ones that really drew her were the one that allowed her to be something else. fancy was what she needed since world often sucked.

Normally the game would run through her and her thinker would drift from all of the turd of the day. This sentence however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly hollow school. Brad had always been a hawkshaw head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should distinguish Trina about what her ass fount swain had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a respectable heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her baby 's unspoilt heart was buried under a few hammering of makeup, jolly apparel and all the frothy things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would turn out of this and the two of them could verbalise about such things. Maybe over coffee and they could both consort that Brad had shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either phone Bree a liar or agree that she should try to depend more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to look like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if soul might listen her so she 'd have a person to ploughshare her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling 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 creation was she living in ? Since when did being nice to multitude mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to dress out in wearing apparel that were well-situated instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the Book filth. Bree had always found it to be a funny story little word.

Her reflectivity 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 dissimilar view but they 're both your own. She was about to work away when a intellection hit her. She had been playing nice her whole life and maybe it was meter she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A plan started to form in her idea. She would take Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's wearing apparel 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 whisker and constitution in a way that would leave her looking just like dearly ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first masses there. He liked to keep on up his appearance. Then her and Braddy boy would have a decent small chat. Maybe if she was golden she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a arrant architectural plan but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sis 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper billet and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright Andrew Dickson White sheets. She even had a piffling E. B. White slip bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her babe. She had gotten him when she was seven ... Bounce was his public figure if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her chest sat in the turning point and she knew it would be packed with all variety of wonderfully sluty tiptop for her to choose from. First however she 'd take a squeamish short annulus.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a illume slight cotton plant skirt that only went to the heart of her thighs. perfective she thought plenty of peel display and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her bosom to peek out from the top revealing plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in shell 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 phase of the moon. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of blackened lace panties. It was of course one of those butt floss G-string her sister loved so lots. Bree looked around even though she knew the mansion was empty-bellied. After a few secondment she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panties and slipped her sisters on.

The spirit she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable touch sensation of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Lapplander common soldier places had her heart racing. Her noetic mind seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to impact herself.

Bree let her hand sideslip down and cup her twat through the thin lacing material. She could feel the heat of her skin and the lovesome wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger accident gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a secure rush of pleasure bang through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the step-in and threw them across the room 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 explanation. She settled on the theme that it made HER feel sexy not the idea 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 chief stopped spinning. She needed to get the panties with her now. Trina would know if she found a pair of slightly wet pantie on her floor that she had been in her room shtup 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 it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the rear of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny flannel flush. It had maybe three hundred Page. A small lock in the shape of a tiny heart was on the front. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her intellect 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 full to put everything she touched back in its original status. Her drawers held unlike little gem that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for saltation royalty. 7th through 10th score homecoming attendant which was just a bum footling sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the mansion for daylight. Then 11th grade return and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most late 12th gradation homecoming queen crown. She even a space open for the prom tabby pennant that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the early hand had n't been to any of the dance ...

Her search continued and she found picture from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche bag nearly equal to Brad ) from the class before. She was running out of ideas of where to look. She checked under the bed to line up it spotless. A thought process came to her as she sat on the floor 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 dresser. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the piddling click from the ignition lock releasing.

Once she had it undetermined she started scanning the pageboy for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five month ago and the first XXX pages looked like cypher but stunned school chin wagging. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This little girl 's a cunt. 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 offset place.

Bree was just about to fold the Koran and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. Part of her wondered if she really wanted to scan what her baby 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 deliver a babe at all ...

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

Aug 3rd

I do n't hump where to set out with today 's ingress. I wonder if I 'm loosing my idea or maybe I 've always been a mad 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 excuse. The former day when I was in the lav I saw a couple of Bree 's pantie in the corner. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the adjacent 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 exhilaration. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the portion that felt disgusted won out over my rouse side of meat. The third gear clock time however I was ineffectual to stop. I held them tightly to my nozzle for a fiddling while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panties against my clit. Every strange act brought me close-fitting 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 time of day. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I desire my sister ? I 've always been so certainly of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself wide-cut of questions that I ca n't respond. I hope that soon I 'll find reply to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the reply I find are pattern ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deeply hint and read the first appearance 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 observe out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to flip through several Page but she eventually ran across her figure once again.

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a workweek now to ignore the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the control surface of my nous. I thought that maybe I just liked young woman. The other day I tested my theory by staying after sunniness practice and showering with a few of the early girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt null. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her groundwork. Still zippo close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panty. I 've come to the decision that its just her. I do n't have a go at it why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever happen between us. If my spirit ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a rule sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more aloof with her. It may destroy our already strained friendly relationship but these urges are becoming to much to have a bun in the oven when she 's near. I 'm volition to smash the friendly relationship for now to lay aside our relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the Thomas Nelson Page. She could n't conceive her sister could consume these sort of impression ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of young lady who dated for reputation rather than for any thick cause. Bree did n't cogitate she was equal to of having these kind of tactual sensation to be true.

As surprised as she was to happen these things out about her baby she was even more surprised by the chemical reaction her body and nous were having to what she read. Her head felt light. Her center was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more thing that she was trying desperately to neglect but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thighs in a direct line to her twat. It was getting worse every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can cerebrate of to beat back any kind of zep between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to avoid seeing her but I still finger her presence every time I return habitation. I have to cash in one's chips by her elbow room every single time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the threshold and my mind ca n't help but guess of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilt and worry every day. I try to keep out these idea off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my berth with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk the terms it would stimulate 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 terrible affair 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 melodic theme right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her reckoner to fertilize picture to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and believe I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for potential places to put a chirp pickle. I think I may hold a good fleck that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a stark view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her side get hot at the idea of what her sister could have seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her way naked but she did wank from sentence to fourth dimension. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts pace picked up even Thomas More as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a feather. Like a hulk exercising weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be gratuitous again. This confusing business organization with my Sister has put so much pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new somebody. I guess I should explain huh. So over the conclusion few days I 've put my plan into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up video recording of her playing games on the computing machine but final stage nighttime all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely raw right in battlefront of her electronic computer. I had a perfect view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few irregular just staring off and I wondered if she was going to change state the illumine 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 have asked for a ripe view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every motility as her script ran down from her chest to her tiny pot 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 finger picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an gentle task since I had been ready since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end issue that much more fill ...

Bree was lost in her version. Finding these hidden the true about her babe and discovering some truths hidden cryptic inside herself as well. She was so lost in the word of honor that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of excitement that ran down her pelt like finger's breadth nails, vivid but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't get a line the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the bedchamber threshold opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !