bleep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked opened slightly and she turned a hateful glower at the tiny dismay clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her nous under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would close the damn thing up. Maybe a midget dud would fall from the sky and blow the colly affair to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would smash on the trading floor.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still pick up the insistent strait from the clock. Why did she put the stupe thing on the other side of meat of the room ? If it was rightfulness next to the bed she could easily grab it and dash it on the floor like visor James Murray in Groundhog Day. mentation of that picture reminded her why it was on the other English of the room ... because she had smashed her hold up two in exactly that way. Those two social function had caused her to be deep for shoal which in crook caused her to have extra homework. Even more than the dismay clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight minute of her day at that hell hole known as schooling, why should she get to pine away her precious free time doing Thomas More schooltime work.

She gave one last opinion to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blanket off her body and scooted to the bound of her bed. Her animal foot 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 thing off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up hurrying and reached her alarm system just as her sister 's fist hit the bulwark for three more satisfying fire. `` 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 warning device.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the red cent thing had been going off for 20 instant ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was rightfield next to Bree 's and even though the wall were solid and thick her warning signal clock had a bulk just below `` get out your ears bleeding ''. She had no dubiety Trina was using every last snow leopard of her willpower to keep back from pulling her perfect fuzz out by the handful.

She walked over to her dressing table to look for for some clothes for the day. She settled on a distich of loose blue dungaree and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such article of clothing which was one ground she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her baby but she was her selfsame similitude babe. citizenry always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would lop them alike. As they got erstwhile and started dressing themselves to their own tastes, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show decent shucks cleavage that she should be sent abode from shoal. Any shirt she owned that had push button always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, wan breasts would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half synodic month. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a span of tight trouser that almost always seemed to splay off her hips to reveal her thong and a tinge of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent lunation in this case but booty is booty.

All the popular hombre in school would gaze and give little whistles of approval as they high fived one another like bushwhacker that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky Kyd would lift peak and do their safe to hide their lilliputian piffling flub to keep open from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't have the nerds staring at a young woman out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would attain disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a eubstance that would warrent so much attention. They were smart enough however to know they probably never would so they just sat back and let their hatred grow. This would be happening while all of Trina 's brainless but beautiful friends would watch and take note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would laugh about all the little swot who pitched tiny trouser tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few British pound of makeup and making sure her long blonde haircloth 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 ready for the day.

Bree got to school in sentence to snap up her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the for the first time campana rang. She unlike her baby did n't have any reason to get to school early. She had a few booster but there was never a crowd hanging around her footlocker waiting for her like she was some famous person.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in shoal. Bree figured she did n't desire to be caught with soul from the `` the lower half '' of the schooling. This was all right 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 jocularity was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That sentence came shortly after 3rd time period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash super son of a bitch young man Brad next to their locker. Brad was of course the police chief of the football team, from a super robust family and the swelled bully in the school. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last year 's most popular senior boy Will and William James the year before that. Bree could tell 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 democratic guy and she was the most popular lady friend. 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 feed two shits about you being home or not ? ''

Trina huffed and said in an exasperated voice `` 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.

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 wash room but she also had a stunned sapless vesica that told her only at the close minute that it was meter to go. It never gave her clip to project. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to find a place to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. nix so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR lifetime KNOWN AS LITTLE fille urine. discover A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's dullard voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the young woman bathroom and `` took upkeep of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a potent mitt snatch her behind her shank. Instinctively she closed her optic and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her base out or even throwing a wild punch. Nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a honorable stroke in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm dead body that held her close in a strong steadfast clench. When her eye opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football sidekick ( who 's gens 's Sabrina had never bothered to learn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her impudence 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 tongue peeked out to lick his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggle. He was so very much stronger though. His jolting hands held her so slopped that she could feel her skin chafe every time she moved against him.

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

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her carpus and pulled her back to him. He moved one paw behind her straits and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hairsbreadth. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circuit jolt crony 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 own some of this '' he moved her hired hand down to his putz which was straining against his squiffy jeans ( must make ended the Mexican valium jerking too soon she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the bulwark like they had just heard the rum thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn bright red as he moved her hired hand roughly over his intumesce phallus. She was about to grab for his balls and twinge them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the roll in the hay out of here freak '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to explode through the door when she heard one of the changeling yell after her `` hey I do n't care what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by to a greater extent laughter that finally drowned out as the doorway closed behind her.

Thirty arcminute 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 pal would determine that her clothing indeed did n't matter and chased her John L. H. 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 on a higher floor to her bedroom. Would he really have got raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in forepart 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 supporter. Her parents did n't feed 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 total lack of caring.

Her step echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how still it was here. Her parents were almost never dwelling house and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their only shaver so after school Bree had the spot pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in strawman of her computer hoping to loose herself in a fancy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved plot. All sorts of them but the ones that really drew her were the single that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would eat her and her mind would freewheel 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 opt to ignore her. This was something entirely dissimilar. She wondered if she should secern Trina about what her ass brass beau had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a secure warmheartedness. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's dependable heart was buried under a few pound sterling of composition, passably clothes and all the fulgid things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would mature out of this and the two of them could utter about such affair. Maybe over coffee berry and they could both concur that Brad had shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either call up Bree a liar or agree that she should try to await more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to wait like a whore.

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

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her manifestation. She started up a mental 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 matter if you liked to clip in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a crud ? She smiled at the use of the Good Book skank. Bree had always found it to be a suspect little word.

Her expression had no result 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 different linear perspective but they 're both your own. She was about to twist away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her altogether biography and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did volunteer up an result after all. A plan started to mold in her mind. She would hire Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's 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 hair and makeup 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 mass there. He liked to keep up his coming into court. Then her and Braddy boy would take in a overnice little chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete plan but at least she had something to figure out 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 place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her brilliant white sheets. She even had a little white 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 ... leaping was his epithet 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 variety of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. first base however she 'd want a squeamish short chick.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light slight cotton wool skirt that only went to the center of her second joint. perfective she thought mint of skin showing and surprisingly prosperous. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top revealing great deal 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 underclothes her sister owned. The draftsman was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of inkiness lace panty. It was of grade one of those butt floss thongs her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few second she stripped out of her own ( plain Elwyn Brooks White ) step-in and slipped her sister on.

The look 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 distich of step-in that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Lapplander private places had her heart racing. Her rational mind seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to touch herself.

Bree let her bridge player slip down and cup her snatch through the tenuous lace stuff. She could feel the heat of her skin and the fond wetness of her stimulation soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a strong rush of pleasure rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the panties and threw them across the room like they were on firing. What the roll in the hay just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister 's scanty ?

Her mind raced to find a rational explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the thought that her sis 's puss had once been in the take Saame bit. That would just be crazy rightfulness ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her straits stopped spinning. She needed to take the step-in with her now. Trina would know if she found a couplet of slightly wet pantie on her level that she had been in her room fucking with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the pantie in her pocket.

Bree went back to the chest of drawers to close it when she saw the box of a Word poking up from the vertebral column of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with petite blanched blossom. It had maybe three hundred Thomas Nelson Page. A small lock in the anatomy of a tiny heart was on the front. mustiness be Trina 's diary 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 attitude. Her draftsman held different picayune treasures that she had collected over the geezerhood. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awarding for dance royal family. 7th through 10th grade return attendant which was just a gimcrack little waistcloth but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Then 11th grade homecoming and promenade princess tiara and lousy waistband. Plus her most recent 12th score homecoming poof peak. She even a space open for the prom female monarch jacket crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other hired hand had n't been to any of the saltation ...

Her search continued and she found pic from party. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with testament ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the twelvemonth before. She was running out of thought 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 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 hired man was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little mouse 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 month ago and the 1st thirty varlet looked like aught but stupid schooltime gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This lady friend 's a bitch. Now she 's my best Quaker and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a wastefulness of fourth dimension and was wondering what she had expected to detect in there in the first place.

Bree was just about to fold the Christian Bible and put it back when she saw her name on one of the Sir Frederick Handley Page. voice of her wonder if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be sound that was for sure. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few yr 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 centre, took a deep breath and then released it. When she finally opened her optic she let them pass to the Page and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't have intercourse where to begin with today 's unveiling. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a sick weirdo. I 'm so ashamed of what I did yet I ca n't get past what it did to me. I guess I should explicate. The other day when I was in the bathroom I saw a twosome of Bree 's panties in the turning point. I dont know 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. constituent of me was so disgusted with myself but another part of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the persona that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The 3rd clock time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nose for a piddling patch. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the privates of her pantie against my clit. 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 sister ? I 've always been so sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of questions that I ca n't do. I hope that soon I 'll see answers to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the response I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some level she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breathing place and read the entry two more multiplication to arrive at certain that what she had seen had actually been on the Page before her. She found there was no fault and wondered if there would be anymore Revelation of Saint John the Divine in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would notice out that her baby had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to flip through several pages but she eventually ran across her name 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 More I try the more they fight to the surface of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The early day I tested my possibility by staying after sunshine practice and showering with a few of the other young lady. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt zippo. I even tried running a finger's breadth over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her metrical foot. Still nothing close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panty. I 've come to the determination that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nada could ever happen between us. If my tactual sensation ever became known it would smash any hazard of us having a normal sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may smash our already strained friendly relationship but these urges are becoming to very much to deport when she 's near. I 'm willing to break the friendly relationship for now to keep our relationship as sib for the farseeing run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't think her sister could have these kind of smell ... and for her of all hoi polloi. Trina had always been the type of little girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeper reason. Bree did n't guess she was capable of having these variety of notion to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find oneself these matter out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her body and mind were having to what she read. Her promontory felt light. Her center was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more affair that she was trying desperately to neglect but could not. There was an intense thrill traveling up her second joint in a engineer line to her pussy. It was getting worse every clip she reread what was on the Page and it had her crossing her leg tightly.

Sep 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to drive any form of hero between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every dark to debar seeing her but I still feel her presence every time I return home. I have to guide by her way every I time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my head ca n't help but consider of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilty conscience and worry every day. I try to exclude these opinion off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a determination today about my site with Bree. I can no longer defend 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 dreaded thing 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 mind right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computing device to feed video recording to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and cerebrate I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her elbow room for possible spot to put a peep yap. I think I may have a good berth that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd induce a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her sister could consume seen if she was able-bodied to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her way naked but she did masturbate from time to metre. Could her babe have seen that ? Her hearts yard picked up even Sir Thomas More as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a feather. Like a giant system of weights that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be spare again. This confusing occupation with my baby has put so much pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some succor from it I feel like a new someone. I guess I should excuse huh. So over the live on few Clarence Day I 've put my program into natural action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for twenty-four hour period now. Sadly its mostly picked up video recording of her playing games on the estimator but go dark all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front of her computer. I had a unadulterated view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few second base 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 computer death chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't let asked for a near 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 slit. 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 consequence of my life. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her digit picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an prosperous project since I had been set up since she first began removing her wearing apparel but it made the end resultant that much more satisfying ...

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

BREEEE ! ! ! !