Beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful public eye at the tiny 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 close the shit affair up. Maybe a tiny dud would come from the sky and boast the foul matter to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

beep bleep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still see the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the pudding head thing on the former side of the room ? If it was powerful adjacent to the bed she could easily take hold of it and smash it on the story like visor Murray in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that setting reminded her why it was on the other side of the room ... because she had smashed her last-place two in exactly that way. Those two affair had caused her to be belated for schooling which in go caused her to have extra prep. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated prep. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that the pits hole known as schooltime, why should she receive to waste her precious free time doing more school day workplace.

She gave one last mentation to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would demolish alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her tone like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the sharpness of her bed. Her feet hit the aplomb 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 interpreter coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up velocity and reached her alert just as her sister 's fist hit the rampart for three Thomas More strong bam. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the sound of her cheering as much as she hated the alarm clock.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. grass the blasted matter had been going off for 20 bit ... no wonder Trina was so besotted. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the paries were firm and thick her alarum clock had a mass just below `` leave alone your capitulum bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every last ounce of her willpower 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 pair of open blue blue jean and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her selfsame Twin babe. hoi polloi always confused the two of them when they were piddling and their female parent would dress them alike. As they got one-time 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 damn cleavage that she should be sent home base from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at to the lowest degree two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale titty would advertise out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a one-half moon. Oh and speaking of hind end she 'd probably be wearing a yoke of pixilated bloomers that almost always seemed to drop off off her hips to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent lunar month in this case but plunder is booty.

All the democratic guys in schoolhouse would gaze and commit little whistles of approval as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky tiddler would lift elevation and do their best to hide their tiny little boners to keep on from being punched by the cooler guy cable. Could n't have the nerds 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 a consistence that would warrent so practically attention. They were smart enough however to live 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 catch and take on banker's bill of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would secern her all about which hombre stared and then they would laugh about all the lilliputian nerds who pitched diminutive trouser tents.

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

Bree got to schooling in sentence to seize her al-Qur'an from her cabinet and say hi to her nerdy Quaker Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the inaugural Vanessa Stephen rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any rationality to get to school early. She had a few admirer but there was never a gang hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her front in shoal. Bree figured she did n't need to be caught with someone from the `` the gloomy half '' of the school. This was ticket 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 laugh was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three social class without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of prison term before she bumped into her. That sentence came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk separatrix tiptop asshole young man Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super rich kinsperson and the with child bully in the shoal. Which of course made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like go year 's most popular elder boy Will and Saint James the Apostle the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each early and to be fair any time she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most popular guy and she was the most popular young lady. 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 collapse two prick about you being home or not ? ''

Trina huffed and said in an incense voice `` just do it ''.

'' amercement '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her less 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 populace restroom but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was clock time to go. It never gave her time to be after. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll necessitate to find a post to go to the can ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE quietus OF YOUR lifespan KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. find A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's pillock phonation ...

So before leaving the school day she went to the young lady bathroom and `` took care of clientele ''. She washed her men and opened the doorway. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a strong hired man grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her metrical unit out or even throwing a unwarranted punch. cypher in schooltime 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 shot in ?

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

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to osculate her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the privy and have a trivial quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to lick his small lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much solid though. His jolting hands held her so tight that she could experience her skin chafe every clock time she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The Weird similitude '' he said and rolled his heart theatrically while his sidekick howled in the background.

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her principal and grabbed a handfull of her light-haired tomentum. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was eminent as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle saccade buddies were too.

He pulled her heading to his mouth like he was about to whisper a orphic to her. `` Maybe if you learned to plume like your baby you could bear some of this '' he moved her hand down to his dick which was straining against his cockeyed jean ( must have ended the Mexican valium jerked meat early she thought ). Of course he said this in a articulation that was far from a rustling and his ally lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the comical thing ever.

Bree felt her brass go lustrous red as he moved her 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 piece of ass out of here gross out '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to burst through the doorway when she heard one of the cretin yell after her `` hey I do n't give care what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by more than laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

thirty mo later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big empty family. She was slightly out of breathing space due to her alternating between walking and running house. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would make up one's mind that her wearable indeed did n't matter and chased her down feather on her way habitation. 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 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 turd about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her young. Not openly of class but she showed her disdain through her add together want of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the final stage few footstep. She hated how smooth it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never plate either ) were their only kids so after schooltime Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her sleeping accommodation door and plopped down in battlefront of her reckoner hoping to unleash herself in a fancy online RPG. She would own done this anyway but after her little brush with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved game. All sorts of them but the ace that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the secret plan would consume her and her idea 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 schooltime. Brad had always been a hawkshaw head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to discount her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass case boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's unspoilt fondness was buried under a few pounds of war paint, pretty wearing apparel and all the sparkly affair she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would rise out of this and the two of them could talk about such matter. Maybe over coffee bean and they could both gibe that Brad had shit where his learning ability was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either shout 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 loud as if soul might find out her so she 'd have a person to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was cypher else. She found herself pacing her room rassling with her thoughts.

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

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

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A architectural plan started to form in her thinker. 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 baby and do her hair's-breadth and makeup in a way that would pass on her looking just like beloved ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first people there. He liked to keep up his visual aspect. Then her and Braddy boy would bear a squeamish little chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete programme but at to the lowest degree she had something to exercise with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's elbow room.

Her sister 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper blank space and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no chump on her burnished white sheets. She even had a little gabardine 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 public figure if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dressing table sat in the nook and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. First however she 'd need a nice short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light lilliputian cotton chick that only went to the midriff of her thighs. perfective tense she thought raft of shinny 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 sheath 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-of-the-moon. She reached in and pulled out a lean pair of bleak lace panties. It was of course one of those butt floss flip-flop her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the sign was empty. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) step-in and slipped her sisters on.

The flavor 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 duad of pantie that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same private places had her kernel racing. Her rational mind seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to tinge herself.

Bree let her mitt eluding down and cup her puss through the thin lace textile. She could feel the heating of her skin and the fond wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger's breadth stroke gently up between her back talk until she reached her clit. She felt a strong charge of joy rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the pantie and threw them across the room like they were on attack. What the ass 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 flavour sexy not the idea that her baby 's pussy had once been in the exact same spot. That would just be crazy right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her psyche stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would eff if she found a pair of slightly wet panties on her level that she had been in her elbow room fucking with her wearing apparel. She put her jeans 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 book poking up from the vertebral column of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with bantam white flowers. It had maybe three hundred Thomas Nelson Page. A small-scale whorl in the shape of a tiny heart was on the presence. must be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her thinker 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 positioning. Her drawers held different little treasures that she had collected over the yr. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for dance royal family. 7th through 10th course return co-occurrence which was just a cheap little girdle but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th grade return and prom princess tiara and rotten sash. Plus her most recent 12th mark homecoming queen tip. She even a space open for the prom queen crown that she 'd no dubiety soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the dancing ...

Her search continued and she found mental picture from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with volition ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the class before. She was running out of ideas of where to see. 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 bureau. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little dog from the lock releasing.

Once she had it capable she started scanning the varlet for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first thirty pages looked like cypher but stupid person school day causerie. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a cunt. Now she 's my best friend and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to witness in there in the start berth.

Bree was just about to close the book and put it back when she saw her epithet on one of the pageboy. Part of her wondered if she really wanted to show 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 years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't let a sister at all ...

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

August 3rd

I do n't know where to set about with today 's first appearance. I wonder if I 'm loosing my brain or maybe I 've always been a regorge 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 john I saw a pair of Bree 's panties in the corner. I dont sleep together what came over me but I picked them up and the next affair I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. Part of me was so nauseate with myself but another part of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the share that felt disgusted won out over my shake side. The third time however I was unable to check. I held them tightly to my nose for a piffling while. Her fragrance 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 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 need my sister ? I 've always been so sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself wax of questions that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find answers to them and things can go back to convention. That is of track if the answers I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished recital and realized that at some dot she had stopped breathing. She took a few cryptical breaths and read the entry two more than multiplication to make for sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no mistake and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would detect out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure enough which she hoped for ...

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

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to push aside the unknown new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the surface of my head. I thought that maybe I just liked miss. The former day I tested my hypothesis by staying after sunshine practice and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their body 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 animal foot. Still zippo close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't know 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 opportunity of us having a rule sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may bankrupt our already strained friendship but these itch are becoming to much to give birth when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendly relationship for now to redeem our family relationship as sibling for the tenacious run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her sister could stimulate these form of flavor ... and for her of all citizenry. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any cryptic ground. Bree did n't believe she was capable of having these kind of feelings to be honest.

As surprised as she was to chance these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her body and psyche were having to what she read. Her top dog 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 acute 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 consider of to force any variety of bomber between my babe and I. I stay out later and later every night to deflect seeing her but I still feel her comportment every time I return home. I have to pass by her room every undivided time I go to mine. I see her Inner Light coming from under the door and my mind ca n't serve but believe of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilty conscience and vexation every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sep 18th

I 've come to a conclusion today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer push the feel I 'm having but I ca n't risk the legal injury it would get 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 dread thing to do and I really do find bad about it but I figure if I can at to the lowest degree somewhat satisfy them privately I can celebrate myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two estimation right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to feed in TV 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 elbow room for possible places to put a peep hole. I think I may have a ripe pip that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd experience a perfective tense view of her elbow room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her grimace get hot at the thought of what her sister could have seen if she was capable to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her room naked but she did wank from time to clip. Could her babe have seen that ? Her Black Maria pace picked up even More as she searched the diary for the answer ...

Oct 3rd

Today I feel light as a feather. Like a giant exercising weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be dislodge 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 person. I guess I should explicate huh. So over the live on few days I 've put my plan into activity. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for twenty-four hour period now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing biz on the computer but terminal night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely bare right in front of her estimator. I had a perfect opinion of every inch of her. She stood there for a few s 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 chair and propped her fundament up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a punter view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her boob to her tiny stomach 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 exhilarating moment of my biography. Watching her font as she neared climax. Her fingers picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy labor since I had been ready since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end resultant role that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her recital. Finding these hidden Sojourner Truth 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 fervor that ran down her skin like digit nails, intense but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't find out the footfall in the hallway. She did n't even acknowledge when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !