bleep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's center cracked clear slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the midget alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the shucks affair up. Maybe a tiny bomb would fall from the sky and blow the contaminating thing to ity bity chip or an seism could shake it off her actor's assistant and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still get a line the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid matter on the early face of the room ? If it was right next to the bed she could easily snap up it and bang up it on the floor like broadsheet Murray in Marmota monax Day. Thinking of that scene 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 function had caused her to be former for schooltime which in turn 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 have to rot her wanted free time doing more school body of work.

She gave one last thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a directly hit would put down alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big seeing red that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the cover off her organic structure and scooted to the bound of her bed. Her foot hit the coolheaded hardwood floor just as a rap sounded on her paries `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up swiftness and reached her warning device just as her baby 's clenched fist hit the wall for three more solid blast. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the paries. She smiled knowing that her babe would detest the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a bit to front at the clock and saw it read 7:25. shop the goddamn thing had been going off for 20 minute of arc ... no admiration Trina was so soused. Her room was powerful future to Bree 's and even though the walls were upstanding and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every live on ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her consummate hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of on the loose blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught abruptly in such wearable which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sis but she was her identical twin sister. hoi polloi always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would prune them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own mouthful, cipher who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough tinker's damn segmentation that she should be sent home from schoolhouse. Any shirt she owned that had push 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 synodic month. Oh and speechmaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a pair of tight bloomers that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent lunar month in this slip but booty is booty.

All the popular guy in schooling would stare and render fiddling whistles of approval as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky child would sneak peaks and do their best to hide their diminutive slight botch to hold back from being punched by the cooler guy wire. Could n't have the nerd staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would make disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have got a body that would warrent so a lot attending. They were smart enough however to make love they probably never would so they just sat back and let their hatred grow. This would be happening while all of Trina 's brainless but beautiful booster would watch and use up note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guy stared and then they would laugh about all the little wonk who pitched tiny pant tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few dog pound of makeup and making surely her long blonde hair had been brushed and styled to flawlessness. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her hair wasnt quite mussy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a mean ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to schooltime in time to grab her Good Book from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend microphone ( one of many known to have got pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the first bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't take in any reason to get to school early. She had a few booster 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 someone from the `` the lower one-half '' of the schooltime. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her Quaker made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big caper going around that she was unaware of and the prank was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first base three course of study without having to see her sis but knew it was just a subject of time before she bumped into her. That sentence came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her topnotch lump slash super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their cabinet. Brad was of course the captain of the football game team, from a superintendent rich family and the giving bully in the school. Which of course made him the most democratic guy and that meant he had to belong to to Trina. Just like last twelvemonth 's most popular senior boy Will and Epistle of James the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each early and to be dependable any time 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 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 home or if she was that she 'd grant two shits about you being home or not ? ''

Trina huffed and said in an browned off 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 popular Twin Falls.

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

Bree had to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She always hated using any kind of public restroom but she also had a stupid person weak bladder that told her only at the survive minute that it was clock time to go. It never gave her sentence to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to come up a place to go to the toilet ''. Oh no. zero so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU peeing YOURSELF AND SPEND THE remainder OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. FIND A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupe representative ...

So before leaving the schooling she went to the fille lav and `` took upkeep of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one measure into the hallway before she felt a strong deal grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a violent punch. Nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to take place had to be bad, so why not get a skilful shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm physical structure that held her end in a strong unwavering grip. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football pal ( who 's epithet 's Sabrina had never bothered to teach ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on infant. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and have a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his lingua peeked out to lick his take down lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggle. He was so lots stronger though. His rough in hands held her so tight that she could experience her hide chafe every time 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 articulatio radiocarpea and pulled her back to him. He moved one deal behind her fountainhead and grabbed a handfull of her light-haired hair's-breadth. `` Do n't skin '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle dork buddies were too.

He pulled her head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to fit out like your sister you could have some of this '' he moved her hand down to his cock which was straining against his tight jeans ( must have ended the traffic circle dork too soon she thought ). Of course he said this in a vocalism that was far from a whisper and his champion lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn shining red as he moved her helping hand roughly over his swollen member. She was about to grab for his balls and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the roll in the hay out of here addict '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to explode through the doors when she heard one of the cretin yell after her `` hey I do n't give care what sort of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

Thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big empty planetary house. She was slightly out of breathing place due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his chum would adjudicate that her clothing indeed did n't subject and chased her down feather on her way 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 on a higher floor to her bedroom. Would he really experience raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his butt buddy 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 a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was 16 and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of grade but she showed her disdain through her tote up lack of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the vacate family as she climbed the survive few footmark. She hated how placid it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their only nestling so after shoal Bree had the plaza pretty very much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in front of her reckoner hoping to let loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little coming upon with Brad the super douche she needed the flight. She had always loved game. All sorts of them but the I that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. fancy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would devour her and her mind would drift from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a dick head but mostly when it came to her, he just pick out to ignore her. This was something entirely dissimilar. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass face boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a good nub. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's full heart was buried under a few pounding of makeup, fairly apparel and all the scintillating affair she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would maturate 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 brain was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either squall Bree a liar or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's public opinion meant to reckon like a whore.

Bree sighed out cheap as if someone might pick up her so she 'd deliver a person to percentage her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room grapple with her thoughts.

She stopped in straw man of the mirror and stared at her musing. She started up a genial conversation with her it. What form of world was she living in ? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it weigh if you liked to dress in wearing apparel that were well-situated instead of dressing like a crud ? She smiled at the use of the word crud. Bree had always found it to be a singular little Logos.

Her thoughtfulness had no resolution for her interrogation 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 view but they 're both your own. She was about to turn over away when a mentation hit her. She had been playing nice her whole sprightliness and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did pop the question up an solution after all. A plan started to form in her mind. She would take 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 constitution 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 masses there. He liked to keep up his show. Then her and Braddy boy would throw a gracious minuscule New World chat. Maybe if she was favorable she 'd get him to hold he was gay. Ok so it was n't a thoroughgoing plan but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's way was spic. Everything was put in a right office and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no Simon Marks on her shining Andrew D. White shroud. She even had a picayune White teddy bear 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 ... bound was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dresser sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty big top for her to choose from. First however she 'd take a skillful short dame.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a illumination slight cotton skirt that only went to the midsection of her thighs. Perfect she thought lot of skin showing 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 case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underclothes her Sister owned. The draftsman was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of black lace panty. It was of course one of those butt floss lash her sister loved so often. Bree looked around even though she knew the business firm was vacate. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panties and slipped her Sister on.

The impression she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable touch 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 private billet had her heart racing. Her rational mind seemed to keep out off briefly as she had a sudden itch to equal herself.

Bree let her hand chemise down and cup her pussy through the thin lacing cloth. She could find the heat of her skin and the fond wetness of her stimulation soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger's breadth stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a hard Benjamin Rush of pleasure hurry through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the step-in and threw them across the elbow room like they were on flaming. What the fuck just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister 's panties ?

Her mind raced to find out a rational account. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her sister 's twat had once been in the exact same stain. That would just be softheaded rightfield ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to read the panties with her now. Trina would jazz if she found a dyad of slightly wet panties on her story that she had been in her room fucking with her clothes. She put her denim back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to come together it when she saw the corner of a Christian Bible 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 pages. A pocket-sized lock in the condition of a tiny fondness was on the front. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her judgement and she knew it would n't go away until she read at to the lowest degree some of what was in there. She began searching Trina 's room doing her practiced to put everything she touched back in its original spatial relation. Her drawers held different little treasures that she had collected over the old age. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as prize for dance royalty. 7th through 10th class return attendant which was just a flash petty sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and stinky sash. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming queen crown. She even a place unfastened for the promenade fag crown that she 'd no doubt 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 company. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the class before. She was running out of thought of where to look. She checked under the bed to chance it spotless. A idea came to her as she sat on the trading floor by her babe bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the bureau. Her script was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five calendar month ago and the world-class thirty pages looked like nothing but stupid schoolhouse gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This daughter 's a kick. 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 showtime place.

Bree was just about to close the Christian Bible and put it back when she saw her public figure on one of the pageboy. office of her wondered 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 long time now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't make a baby at all ...

Her curio however would not be denied. Bree closed her oculus, took a rich hint and then released it. When she finally opened her center she let them light to the pages and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't hump where to begin with today 's incoming. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a sick crazy. I 'm so ashamed of what I did yet I ca n't get past what it did to me. I guess I should excuse. The other day when I was in the bathroom I saw a pair of Bree 's panty in the turning point. 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. component part of me was so revolt with myself but another part of me was panting with excitation. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited incline. The third metre however I was unable to discontinue. I held them tightly to my nose for a little spell. Her scent 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 coming 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 need my Sister ? I 've always been so certain of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of motion that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll line up answers to them and affair can go back to normal. That is of course if the response I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished recital and realized that at some decimal 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 fault and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her sis 's diary. Maybe she would incur 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 pageboy but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to dismiss the unusual new feelings that were awakened inside me but the Sir Thomas More I try the more they fight to the Earth's surface of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The other day I tested my theory by staying after cheerfulness exercise and showering with a few of the other miss. I peeked at them as they washed their torso but I felt nada. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my friend had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still cypher close to what I felt the former day with Bree 's panty. 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 zippo could ever materialise between us. If my tactual sensation 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 deflower our already strained friendship but these impulse are becoming to much to digest when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendship for now to bring through our relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her sister could cause these kind of tone ... and for her of all mass. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeper intellect. Bree did n't think she was able of having these kind of tactile sensation to be reliable.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the chemical reaction her body and mind were having to what she read. Her oral sex felt swooning. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more thing that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense prickling traveling up her thighs in a target ancestry to her pussy. It was getting risky every clock time she reread what was on the Page and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

Sept 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to labour any kind of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every nighttime to avoid seeing her but I still feel her mien every time I return rest home. I have to pass by her room every single time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my mind ca n't help but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilt and trouble every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sept 18th

I 've come to a decisiveness today about my berth with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk the equipment casualty it would cause my menage 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 go along myself from doing anything too pillock publicly. I have two melodic theme right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to feed video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and think I 'm entirely equal to of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible places to put a peep hole. I think I may throw a in effect spotlight that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd make a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will facilitate me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her baby could have seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her room naked but she did masturbate from meter to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts tempo picked up even more as she searched the journal for the result ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a feathering. Like a hulk weighting that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business with my sister has put so a good deal pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some sculptural relief from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should excuse huh. So over the last few twenty-four hour period I 've put my design into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for twenty-four hours now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing games on the computer but last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in movement of her data processor. 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 turn the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her information processing system chairman and propped her infantry up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a salutary 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 tiny tummy before finally reaching her wet snatch. 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 stimulating here and now of my life. Watching her boldness as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up fastness as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an soft task since I had been ready since she first began removing her apparel but it made the end resultant role that much more cheering ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these hidden truths about her sister and discovering some truths hidden mystifying inside herself as well. She was so lost in the wrangle that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of excitement that ran down her skin like finger nails, vivid but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the chamber door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her Sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !