Beep bleep beep ...

Sabrina 's eye cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the bantam warning device clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her top dog under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the hoot affair up. Maybe a midget bomb would fall from the sky and blow the unsporting matter to ity bity scrap or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would smash on the flooring.

beep beep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still find out the repetitive sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid matter on the early slope of the room ? If it was compensate next to the bed she could easily grab it and dash it on the level like Bill James Murray in groundhog Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the early side of the elbow room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be tardy for schoolhouse which in turn caused her to have extra prep. Even more than the consternation clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hr of her day at that hell on earth hole known as school, why should she have to do in her precious free clip doing more school body of work.

She gave one close thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a lineal hit would destroy warning signal 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 border of her bed. Her feet hit the chill hardwood floor just as a roast sounded on her wall `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking matter off '' !

It was her sis Katrina 's vocalisation coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her sister 's fist hit the paries for three more square blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would detest the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second base to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. betray the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so riled. Her elbow room was right next to Bree 's and even though the walls were whole and buddy-buddy her warning signal clock had a intensity just below `` lead your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every concluding Panthera uncia of her will power to keep on from pulling her perfect tomentum out by the smattering.

She walked over to her toilet table to search for some apparel for the day. She settled on a duad of loose dark dungaree and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught numb in such vesture which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her identical twin sister. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would crop them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own penchant, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show plenty tinker's dam segmentation that she should be sent habitation from schooltime. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale breasts would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and oral presentation of hindquarters she 'd probably be wearing a dyad of stringent drawers that almost always seemed to drop away off her pelvic girdle to let out her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is prize.

All the democratic guys in shoal would stare and give little tin whistle of approval as they high fived one another like hillbilly that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kidskin would sneak peaks and do their unspoiled to hide their tiny little botch to keep from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't have the nerds staring at a lady friend out of their conference now could they. The less popular girls would make revolt faces and secretly pray that someday they would ingest a consistency that would warrent so much attending. 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 admirer would take in and require note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her Friend would tell her all about which guy wire stared and then they would laugh about all the footling nerds who pitched tiny trouser tent.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of physical composition and making sure her long blonde tomentum had been brushed and styled to ne plus ultra. 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 squiffy ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to school in time to grab her Word from her footlocker and say hi to her nerdy booster Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the low gear bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any understanding to get to schooltime early. She had a few friends but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some fame.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in shoal. 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 friends 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 commencement three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a subject of clock time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd stop.

She was curled up in the lap of her super lump slash first-rate shit boyfriend Brad next to their cabinet. Brad was of path the captain of the football team, from a super rich category and the biggest bully in the school. Which of course of instruction made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last class 's most popular older boy volition and James the year before that. Bree could severalize they did n't even like each other and to be honest any time she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most pop 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 late getting place tonight. ``

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

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

'' amercement '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her less popular counterpart.

The eternal 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 kind of populace public toilet but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the last min that it was meter to go. It never gave her sentence to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few minute you 'll need to determine a place to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T manage IF YOU piss YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR animation KNOWN AS LITTLE young lady PISS. determine A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid articulation ...

So before leaving the shoal she went to the girls bathroom and `` took care of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one gradation into the hallway before she felt a unassailable handwriting snap her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her optic and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her human foot out or even throwing a wild poke. Nobody in schooling 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 guesswork in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a house body that held her close in a hard unwavering clutches. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football crony ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to check ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to buss her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the toilet and bear a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his lingua peeked out to lick his glower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so a great deal warm though. His fierce hands held her so tight that she could palpate her skin chafe every clock time she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The Weird twin '' he said and rolled his eyes theatrically while his buddy howled in the background.

His travelling bag loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a gradation he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one handwriting behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blond hair. `` Do n't scramble '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerk buddy were too.

He pulled her head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to curry like your sister you could have some of this '' he moved her mitt down to his hammer which was straining against his blotto jeans ( must deliver ended the circle jerk early she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a voicelessness and his protagonist lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the suspicious matter ever.

Bree felt her aspect turn bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his well up member. She was about to grab for his balls and constrict them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the shtup out of here lusus naturae '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to burst 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 laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

Thirty bit later Bree finally walked through the threshold of her parents big empty house. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running plate. She had been frightened that Brad and his chum would settle that her wear indeed did n't matter 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 asshole 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 rise 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 horseshit about her. Their mother had them when she was 16 and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her total want of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how placid it was here. Her parents were almost never home plate and her and Trina ( who was never household either ) were their entirely kids so after school Bree had the billet pretty much to herself.

She opened her sleeping accommodation door and plopped down in battlefront of her estimator hoping to loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would get done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche bag she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All variety 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 realness often sucked.

Normally the plot would consume her and her mind would ramble from all of the bullshit of the day. This time however she could n't agitate what had happened to her in the hall of the nearly discharge school. Brad had always been a dick psyche but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to brush aside 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 sound affectionateness. Bree knew this but she also knew that her baby 's beneficial pith was buried under a few Irish punt of makeup, moderately dress and all the glistering things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would uprise out of this and the two of them could let the cat out of the bag about such things. Maybe over coffee berry and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his encephalon was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either bid Bree a liar or agree that she should try to appear more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to look like a whore.

Bree sighed out tawdry as if someone might find out her so she 'd have a mortal to share her idea with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her thoughts.

She stopped in movement of the mirror and stared at her contemplation. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of world was she living in ? Since when did being prissy to multitude mean you were uncool ? Why did it weigh if you liked to dress up in clothes that were well-heeled instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word crud. Bree had always found it to be a suspect little word.

Her reflection had no answers for her dubiousness 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 away when a mentation hit her. She had been playing nice her hale life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her rumination did offer up an answer after all. A programme started to form in her idea. She would take Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal 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 go forth her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the initiative hoi polloi there. He liked to sustain up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would accept a nice niggling chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to include he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete 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 room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper seat and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no First Baron Marks of Broughton on her brilliantly white sheets. She even had a little Caucasian teddy bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her sister. She had gotten him when she was seven ... Bounce was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her toilet table sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to opt from. showtime however she 'd need a nice short dame.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her lookup. She found a light little cotton skirt that only went to the midsection of her thighs. Perfect she thought plenty of shinny showing and surprisingly well-heeled. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her tit to glint out from the top revealing plenteousness of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in font there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underwear her baby owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a lean pair of disgraceful lace scanty. It was of row one of those prat floss thongs her sis loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was discharge. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain clean ) panties and slipped her babe on.

The tone 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 dyad of step-in that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sis in the Lapplander secret places had her essence racing. Her rational judgment seemed to shut out off briefly as she had a sudden urge to allude herself.

Bree let her mitt pillow slip down and cup her twat through the thin lace stuff. She could experience the heat of her cutis and the quick wetness of her foreplay soaking into the lace. She let her middle fingerbreadth throw gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a strong rush of pleasure rush through her dead body before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the panties and threw them across the elbow room like they were on fervor. What the fuck just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sis 's panty ?

Her mind raced to discover a intellectual explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the thought that her babe 's twat had once been in the exact Saami spot. That would just be crazy right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her point stopped spinning. She needed to take the scanty with her now. Trina would acknowledge if she found a pair of slightly wet pantie on her floor that she had been in her elbow room nookie with her dress. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the chest to come together it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny Stanford White flowers. It had maybe three hundred pageboy. A small ringlet in the shape of a flyspeck heart was on the front. moldiness be Trina 's journal she thought.

curio 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 elbow room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its master emplacement. Her bloomers held dissimilar little treasures that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as honor for dance royalty. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a trashy piddling waistcloth but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and lousy sash. Plus her most Recent epoch 12th grade homecoming world-beater crown. She even a space open for the promenade queen peak that she 'd no uncertainty soon win as well. Bree on the other manus had n't been to any of the dance ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with volition ( a douche nearly equalise to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of estimate of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought 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 manus was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it subject she started scanning the Sir Frederick Handley Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five calendar month ago and the first thirty pages looked like nothing but pillock schooltime 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 clip and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the first topographic point.

Bree was just about to conclude the al-Qur'an and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. Part of her enquire if she really wanted to translate what her sis wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for for certain. Their human relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a sister at all ...

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

Aug 3rd

I do n't have sex where to get with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a honk 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 explicate. The former day when I was in the lavatory I saw a pair of Bree 's pantie in the corner. I dont acknowledge 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 of me was so disgusted with myself but another percentage of me was panting with upheaval. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the theatrical role that felt disgusted won out over my energise side. The third time however I was unable to break. I held them tightly to my olfactory organ for a footling while. Her fragrance intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panty against my button. Every strange act brought me snug 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 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 replete of questions that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find response to them and thing can go back to normal. That is of path 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 breathing place and interpret the entry two more clip to relieve oneself certainly that what she had seen had actually been on the pageboy before her. She found there was no fault and wondered if there would be any longer revelations in her babe 's diary. Maybe she would rule out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't certain which she hoped for ...

She had to flick through several pages but she eventually ran across her figure once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the Sir Thomas More I try the more they fight to the open of my idea. I thought that maybe I just liked female child. 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 torso but I felt nothing. I even tried running a fingerbreadth over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still cypher close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the stopping point that its just her. I do n't have it off 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 deflower any hazard of us having a normal sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendly relationship but these itch are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm unforced to bankrupt the friendly relationship for now to save our kinship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't consider her sister could have these kinds of opinion ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the case of girl who dated for repute rather than for any mysterious ground. Bree did n't conceive she was capable of having these kind of spirit to be good.

As surprised as she was to incur these things out about her baby she was even more surprised by the reaction her eubstance and mind were having to what she read. Her head felt lightheaded. 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 tingle traveling up her thighs in a direct line to her pussy. It was getting worse every prison term she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

Sep 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to drive any kind of Cuban sandwich between my babe and I. I stay out later and later every night to forefend seeing her but I still feel her presence every time I return habitation. I have to pass by her room every unmarried metre I go to mine. I see her illumination coming from under the door and my idea 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 wan with guilt trip and headache every day. I try to shut these cerebration off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sep 18th

I 've come to a determination today about my site with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings 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 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 preserve myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two ideas right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to prey video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and think I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible places to put a peep hole. I think I may sustain a good spotlight that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd ingest a perfect sentiment of her way. Hopefully this will avail 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 stroll around her way naked but she did jerk off from time to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her gist yard picked up even more as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a feather. Like a colossus weighting that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be detached again. This confusing business with my sister has put so very much imperativeness on me lately and now that I 've had some alleviation from it I feel like a new mortal. I guess I should explicate huh. So over the go few daytime I 've put my programme into activity. 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 figurer but hold up night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right hand in front of her computer. I had a perfect aspect of every in of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to change by reversal the lightly off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer president and propped her foot up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a ameliorate horizon than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every motility as her deal ran down from her breasts to her tiny breadbasket before finally reaching her wet puss. 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 sexual climax. Her fingers picking up fastness as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been set up since she first began removing her wearing apparel but it made the end result that much more square ...

Bree was lost in her interpretation. Finding these enshroud the true about her sister and discovering some truths hidden oceanic abyss inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of hullabaloo that ran down her skin like finger's breadth 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 note when the bedchamber threshold opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !