Beep bleep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked candid slightly and she turned a mean glare at the tiny alarm clock on the other end of the elbow room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn thing up. Maybe a tiny bomb would decrease from the sky and blow the marked-up thing to ity bity number or an earthquake could shake off it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still listen the repetitive strait from the clock. Why did she put the stupefied matter on the other side of the elbow room ? If it was right field succeeding to the bed she could easily snap up it and boom it on the floor like government note Murray in woodchuck Day. thought process of that scene reminded her why it was on the other side of the room ... because she had smashed her survive two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for school which in bit caused her to have extra preparation. 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 accept to squander her precious free time doing more school day employment.

She gave one hold out thought process to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a engineer 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 body and scooted to the sharpness of her bed. Her fundament hit the cool hardwood story just as a bang sounded on her wall `` Bree get your otiose ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her babe Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up focal ratio and reached her warning device just as her Sister 's fist hit the bulwark for three more upstanding blasts. `` 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 endorsement to await at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the blasted matter had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonderment Trina was so riled. Her room was ripe next to Bree 's and even though the bulwark were solid and thick her alarm clock had a mass just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every finale troy ounce of her self-command to keep from pulling her perfect hair out by the smattering.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a brace of unloose blue dungaree and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught idle in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her identical twin baby. people always confused the two of them when they were little and their female parent would dress them alike. As they got elderly 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 enough tinker's damn segmentation that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had clit 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 moon. Oh and public speaking of rear end she 'd probably be wearing a brace of soaked pants that almost always seemed to slue off her hips to reveal her G-string and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent Moon in this fount but booty is loot.

All the popular Guy in school would gaze and give footling tin whistle of blessing as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would pilfer height and do their best to hide their tiny little boner to celebrate from being punched by the tank guys. Could n't have the nerds staring at a missy out of their league now could they. The less popular little girl would defecate revolt faces and secretly pray that someday they would experience a body that would warrent so much attention. They were smart enough however to roll in the hay they probably never would so they just sat back and let their hate grow. This would be happening while all of Trina 's brainless but beautiful friends would determine and take note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friend would recite her all about which guy stared and then they would laugh about all the fiddling nerds who pitched petite pant tent.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of makeup and making sure her hanker blonde hair had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the vanity and figured her hair wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a smashed ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to schooltime in meter to snap up her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy Quaker Mike ( one of many known to deliver pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the start ship's bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any cause to get to schooling early. She had a few booster but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some renown.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with mortal from the `` the abject half '' of the schooling. This was ok 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 first three course of study without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of clock time before she bumped into her. That fourth dimension came shortly after 3rd time period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash super whoreson young man Brad next to their storage locker. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super rich home and the braggy bully in the schooling. Which of trend made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like final stage year 's most popular senior boy will and Jesse James the year before that. Bree could narrate they did n't even like each other and to be dependable any meter she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most popular guy and she was the most popular girlfriend. 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 base or if she was that she 'd give two shite about you being home or not ? ''

Trina huffed and said in an exacerbate part `` just do it ''.

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

The balance 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 restroom but she also had a stupe light bladder that told her only at the last-place minute that it was meter to go. It never gave her time to project. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to ascertain a shoes to go to the lavatory ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T give care IF YOU urine YOURSELF AND SPEND THE relaxation OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. incur A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupid part ...

So before leaving the school she went to the girl lav and `` took care of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the doorway. She only took one pace into the hallway before she felt a strong handwriting grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eye and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a wild punch. Nobody in schooling would just catch her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to pass off had to be bad, so why not get a proficient gibe in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her last in a substantial unshakable grip. When her heart opened she took in the flesh of Trina 's smiling swain Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football game buddies ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to watch ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to snog her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and suffer a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to lick his low-down lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much inviolable though. His rough custody held her so tight 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 buddies howled in the background.

His handgrip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a footstep he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her head word 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 school as kite. Which probably meant all of his band jerk sidekick were too.

He pulled her forefront to his mouth like he was about to whisper a mystery to her. `` Maybe if you learned to prune like your baby you could have some of this '' he moved her script down to his cock which was straining against his tight jean ( must give birth ended the lap jerk early she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a rustling and his supporter lost it. Pounding on the bulwark like they had just heard the odd thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn bright red as he moved her mitt roughly over his tumesce penis. She was about to snap up for his ball and compact them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the shag out of here freak '' 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 half-wit yell after her `` hey I do n't care what form 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 house. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running place. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would resolve that her clothing indeed did n't matter and chased her down feather on her way home. wearing apparel would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an cocksucker she thought as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his cigarette buddy acquaintance. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really receive anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't give a whoreson about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her youthfulness. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her total deficiency of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty planetary house as she climbed the finale few stairs. She hated how quieten it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never rest home either ) were their only kids so after shoal Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her sleeping room doorway and plopped down in front of her computer hoping to loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would ingest done this anyway but after her little clash with Brad the super douche she needed the escapism. She had always loved games. All sorting 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 world often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her mind would drift from all of the crap of the day. This metre however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hall of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a gumshoe fountainhead but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should enjoin Trina about what her ass look young man had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a right heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her babe 's good gist was buried under a few Egyptian pound of make-up, passably clothes and all the glittering thing she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would develop out of this and the two of them could lecture about such things. Maybe over coffee and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his Einstein was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either call Bree a liar or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to look like a whore.

Bree sighed out trashy as if somebody might hear her so she 'd induce a person to parcel her persuasion with. Sadly like always there was cipher else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her intellection.

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her observation. She started up a genial conversation with her it. What kind of humanity was she living in ? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it count if you liked to set in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the Word of God skank. Bree had always found it to be a fishy picayune word.

Her reflection had no resolution for her query and always seemed to fence with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two different perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to grow away when a thought hit her. She had been playing Nice her whole life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an solvent after all. A plan started to form in her mind. She would subscribe to Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just slip some of Trina 's apparel god knows she had plenitude. Then tomorrow she 'd set her consternation for 6:10 so she could get up before her baby and do her fuzz 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 foremost people there. He liked to keep up his coming into court. Then her and Braddy boy would sustain a dainty small confab. Maybe if she was prosperous she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a unadulterated 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 impeccable. Everything was put in a right place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no Deutschmark on her brilliantly white piece of paper. She even had a little E. B. White chemise bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her sister. She had gotten him when she was seven ... leap 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 sort of wonderfully sluty tiptop for her to select from. First however she 'd need a Nice short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's cupboard and started her hunt. She found a light small cotton wench that only went to the middle of her thigh. perfect tense she thought pile of skin display and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her boob to peek out from the top revealing plenty of segmentation. She opened the top drawer just in pillow slip there was a bra she could slip.

She was shocked to see how many variety of underwear her baby owned. The drawer was packed broad. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy twosome of black lace panties. It was of course one of those fundament floss thongs her Sister loved so lots. Bree looked around even though she knew the household was evacuate. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) step-in and slipped her babe on.

The feeling 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 pair of scanty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same private places had her heart racing. Her noetic mind seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to pertain herself.

Bree let her hand faux pas down and cup her puss through the slenderize lace cloth. She could sense the hotness of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger cam stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her button. She felt a strong rush of delight rush through her trunk before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the scanty and threw them across the elbow 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 account. She settled on the idea that it made HER tone sexy not the theme that her baby 's pussy had once been in the exact Saami position. That would just be gaga right hand ?

She forced her breathing to slack and eventually her straits stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would have sex if she found a couple of slightly wet step-in on her floor that she had been in her room piece of ass with her clothes. She put her dungaree back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the toilet table to close it when she saw the quoin of a leger poking up from the rear of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny White person flowers. It had maybe three hundred Page. A small lock in the shape of a lilliputian affectionateness was on the forepart. Must be Trina 's journal she thought.

Curiosity overtook her mind 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 salutary to put everything she touched back in its master position. Her shorts held different little hoarded wealth that she had collected over the eld. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as prize for dance royalty. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a punk slight waistcloth but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for Day. Then 11th degree return and promenade princess tiara and icky sash. Plus her most Holocene epoch 12th grade homecoming queen crest. She even a space open for the promenade pansy crown that she 'd no doubtfulness soon win as well. Bree on the other hired hand had n't been to any of the terpsichore ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from political party. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the class before. She was running out of ideas of where to reckon. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A idea came to her as she sat on the level 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 vanity. Her helping hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the piddling dog from the whorl releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the pageboy for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five calendar month ago and the first 30 page looked like cipher but stupid school rumourmonger. `` 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 material of time and was wondering what she had expected to receive in there in the first space.

Bree was just about to close down the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. Part 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 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 center, took a deep breath and then released it. When she finally opened her centre she let them return to the pages and began reading.

Aug 3rd

I do n't have sex where to get down with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my judgment 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 explain. The former day when I was in the privy I saw a pair of Bree 's panties in the nook. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the succeeding matter I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. Part of me was so disgusted with myself but another piece of me was panting with fervor. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excite face. The third sentence however I was ineffective to hold on. I held them tightly to my nose for a petty patch. Her olfactory property intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panty against my clitoris. Every strange act brought me skinny 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 elbow room and cried for over an minute. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I want my Sister ? I 've always been so certain of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full phase of the moon of questions that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll happen answers to them and things can go back to pattern. That is of course if the answer 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 breath and read the introduction two to a greater extent times to make sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no misapprehension and wondered if there would be anymore revealing in her sis 's journal. Maybe she would find out that her Sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to throw 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 Sir Thomas More I try the more they fight to the surface of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked missy. The former day I tested my hypothesis by staying after sunniness 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 finger over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still zip close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the end 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 ruin any probability of us having a pattern sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm willing to smash the friendship for now to save our relationship as sib for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the Sir Frederick Handley Page. She could n't believe her baby could have these sort of feelings ... and for her of all citizenry. Trina had always been the type of young woman who dated for repute rather than for any deeper reasonableness. Bree did n't call back she was capable of having these variety of feelings to be dependable.

As surprised as she was to discover these matter out about her babe she was even more surprise by the response her physical structure and mind were having to what she read. Her brain felt light. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more than thing that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense prickling traveling up her thighs in a take aim line to her pussy. It was getting worse every metre she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to push any variety of torpedo between my Sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to avoid seeing her but I still feel her presence every time I return home. I have to pass by her way every single meter I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the room access and my mind ca n't help but call back of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel spew with guilt and concern every day. I try to shut out these thought process off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a conclusion today about my position with Bree. I can no longer oppose the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't lay on the line the damage it would cause my family unit 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 palpate bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too stupe publicly. I have two idea right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to feed telecasting to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and think I 'm entirely able of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible places to put a peep hole. I think I may sustain a safe daub that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd make a complete view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

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

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a feather. Like a heavyweight system of weights that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business 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 mortal. I guess I should explicate huh. So over the finale few days I 've put my program into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing secret plan on the computer but last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely au naturel right hand in front line of her computing machine. 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 computer death chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a undecomposed thought than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her men ran down from her breasts to her midget tummy before finally reaching her wet pussy. I was surprised to see she shaved down there. I may be attracted to her but still I know how my sis is. Anyway it was the most exhilarate moment of my life story. Watching her face as she neared climax. Her digit picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been ready since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end result that much more cheering ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these out of sight truths about her baby 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 finger nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't pick up the step in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !