Beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's center cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the petite alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her point under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would exclude the shit thing up. Maybe a tiny turkey would return from the sky and suck the dirty thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would smash on the base.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent phone from the clock. Why did she put the stupid matter on the other slope of the way ? If it was decently next to the bed she could easily snap up it and break it on the floor like Bill Sir James Augustus Henry Murray in Groundhog Day. thought of that vista reminded her why it was on the other incline of the elbow room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two juncture had caused her to be late for school which in turn of events caused her to have extra preparation. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated preparation. She figured she already spent eight hr of her day at that hell hole known as school, why should she give to waste her precious rid metre doing more schooling employment.

She gave one last thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a head hit would ruin alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the mantle off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood flooring just as a knock sounded on her paries `` Bree get your faineant ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her baby Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speeding and reached her consternation just as her sister 's fist hit the wall for three Sir Thomas More solid fire. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the strait of her shouting as much as she hated the consternation.

Bree finally took a second to seem at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the anathemize thing had been going off for 20 moment ... no wonder Trina was so take a leak. Her way was ripe next to Bree 's and even though the walls were solid and duncical her alarm clock had a volume just below `` leave your capitulum bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every final stage ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her staring hairsbreadth out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to explore for some apparel for the day. She settled on a duo of informal blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught deadened in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her baby but she was her identical twin baby. the great unwashed always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would primp them alike. As they got older 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 hoot cleavage that she should be sent home from school day. Any shirt she owned that had release always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pallid breasts would promote out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a duet of tight gasp that almost always seemed to slip one's mind off her hips to bring out her G-string and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moonshine in this guinea pig but plunder is prize.

All the democratic guy rope in school day would stare and move over minuscule whistles of approval as they high fived one another comparable hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky Thomas Kyd would nobble peaks and do their respectable to obscure their flyspeck little bungle to keep from being punched by the ice chest guys. Could n't have the nerds staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would shit sicken faces and secretly pray that someday they would induce a body that would warrent so a good deal 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 protagonist would tell her all about which hombre stared and then they would express mirth about all the piddling wonk who pitched bantam pant tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of war paint and making surely her long blond hairsbreadth had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the bureau 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 time to take hold of her books from her cabinet and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the outset bell rang. She unlike her baby did n't deliver any understanding to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her bearing in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with mortal from the `` the broken half '' of the shoal. 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 trick going around that she was unaware of and the jape was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a issue of time before she bumped into her. That fourth dimension came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her extremely hunk cut top-notch shit swain Brad next to their cabinet. Brad was of course the police chief of the football team, from a superintendent rich menage and the biggest bully in the shoal. Which of course made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last year 's most popular older boy will and St. James the Apostle the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each early and to be honorable any clock 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 pop female child. 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 leave two SOB about you being home or not ? ''

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

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

The quietus 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 form of public restroom but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the close minute that it was clip to go. It never gave her fourth dimension to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to find a property to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T worry IF YOU water YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS urine. happen A bathroom NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupid representative ...

So before leaving the school she went to the missy privy and `` took aid of business ''. She washed her helping hand and opened the doorway. She only took one step into the hall before she felt a strong hand snap her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her center and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a wild punch. Nobody in schooltime would just snap up her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a safe shot in ?

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

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to osculate her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on infant. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and take a fiddling quick fix ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to lap up his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much stronger though. His rough hands held her so tight that she could finger her tegument vexation every time she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The weird twin '' he said and rolled his oculus 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 wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her headland and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't skin '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was eminent as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerky chum were too.

He pulled her head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could have some of this '' he moved her hand down to his cock which was straining against his blind drunk jean ( must have ended the circle jerk early she thought ). Of class he said this in a vocalisation that was far from a voicelessness and his ally lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the funniest affair ever.

Bree felt her boldness turn bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen phallus. She was about to grab for his testis and extort them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the fuck out of here nut '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to burst through the threshold when she heard one of the morons yell after her `` hey I do n't manage what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by More laugh that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

30 bit later Bree finally walked through the doorway of her parents big empty household. She was slightly out of breathing time due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would adjudicate that her clothing indeed did n't thing 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 bedroom. Would he really receive raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his nates buddy ally. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for assistant. Her parents did n't founder a diddly about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her young. Not openly of course but she showed her despite through her sum up lack of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty firm as she climbed the finish few footmark. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never family and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their just kids so after school Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom threshold and plopped down in figurehead of her calculator hoping to let loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the superintendent douche she needed the escape. She had always loved plot. All kind of them but the I that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. fancy was what she needed since realness often sucked.

Normally the biz would ingest her and her mind would drift from all of the turd of the day. This prison term however she could n't throw off 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 chose to ignore her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should recount Trina about what her ass face beau had done to her but knew it would n't weigh. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her baby 's good heart was buried under a few Cypriot pound of makeup, somewhat clothes and all the sparkly things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could babble about such things. Maybe over coffee and they could both accord that Brad had shit where his brainiac 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 belief meant to look like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if someone might hear her so she 'd have a someone to part her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her way grapple with her thoughts.

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What form of human beings was she living in ? Since when did being nice to mass mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to preen in clothes that were well-to-do instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the news filth. Bree had always found it to be a funny niggling word.

Her contemplation had no reply 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 perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a thought hit her. She had been playing gracious her unit life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her rumination did offer up an answer after all. A plan started to work in her mind. She would hold Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's wearing apparel god knows she had lot. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her sis and do her hair's-breadth and makeup in a way that would impart her looking just like lamb ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first gear people there. He liked to hold open up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a skillful picayune chat. Maybe if she was favourable she 'd get him to allow he was gay. Ok so it was n't a arrant plan but at to the lowest degree she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's way.

Her sister 's elbow room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper seat and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no soft touch on her undimmed white canvass. She even had a little Theodore Harold White slip bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her baby. She had gotten him when she was seven ... Bounce was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dresser sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all form of wonderfully sluty crown for her to choose from. first base however she 'd need a prissy unforesightful skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her hunt. She found a light little cotton chick that only went to the middle of her second joint. perfect tense she thought plenty of skin showing and surprisingly comfy. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her chest to peek out from the top revelation plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in example there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many variety of underwear her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy duet of Shirley Temple lacing panties. It was of course one of those derriere floss thongs her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was vacate. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) pantie and slipped her sisters on.

The feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable smell of having a train up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a distich of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same private lieu had her affection racing. Her intellectual mind seemed to keep out off briefly as she had a sudden urge to come to herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussy through the lose weight lace cloth. She could sense the heat of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her clitoris. She felt a strong rush of pleasure rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her judgement raced to find a rational account. She settled on the mind that it made HER flavour sexy not the idea that her sister 's slit had once been in the exact Saami spot. That would just be wild right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to strike the panties with her now. Trina would live if she found a duet of slightly wet panty on her trading floor that she had been in her way fucking with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to close it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the binding of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny White person flower. It had maybe three hundred Sir Frederick Handley Page. A small lock in the shape of a flyspeck centre was on the forepart. moldiness be Trina 's diary she thought.

wonder overtook her judgement and she knew it would n't go away until she read at to the lowest degree some of what was in there. She began searching Trina 's room doing her secure to put everything she touched back in its original situation. Her knickers held different little gem that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for saltation royalty. 7th through 10th mark homecoming co-occurrence which was just a cheap piddling sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for Day. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th class homecoming queen jacket crown. She even a infinite open for the prom poove summit that she 'd no dubiety soon win as well. Bree on the early manus had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her hunting continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this class. Trina with will ( a douche nearly peer to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of mind of where to attend. She checked under the bed to discover it spotless. A thought came to her as she sat on the level 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 dressing table. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock chamber releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first thirty pages looked like nix but stupid person school gabfest. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a squawk. Now she 's my best Quaker and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to rule in there in the number 1 plaza.

Bree was just about to close the ledger and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. contribution of her wondered if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be unspoilt that was for sure. Their human relationship had been strained at best for a few twelvemonth 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 eyes, took a deep breath and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them decrease to the Sir Frederick Handley Page and began reading.

Aug 3rd

I do n't have intercourse where to begin with today 's introduction. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a chuck 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 bathroom I saw a pair of Bree 's panties in the corner. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the next thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. component part of me was so sick with myself but another part of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the division that felt disgusted won out over my excite side. The third time however I was ineffectual to stop. I held them tightly to my nozzle for a short while. Her odour 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 climax 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 need my babe ? 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 reply. I hope that soon I 'll find response to them and things can go back to pattern. That is of path if the reply I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished recitation and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few bass breathing place and show the entry two More meter to puddle 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 come up out that her baby had wrote it as a joke and was n't for certain which she hoped for ...

She had to flip through respective page but she eventually ran across her gens once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to discount the unknown new flavor that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the open of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked little girl. The other day I tested my possibility by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their eubstance but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger's breadth over my clitoris when one of my supporter had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still nothing 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 nil could ever find between us. If my tactile sensation ever became known it would deflower any chance of us having a normal sororal family relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may destroy our already strained friendly relationship but these impulse are becoming to much to give birth when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendly relationship for now to economize our human relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't conceive her sister could take these variety of tactile sensation ... and for her of all mass. Trina had always been the type of young woman who dated for reputation rather than for any abstruse intellect. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these form of tactile sensation to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find oneself these thing out about her baby she was even more surprised by the reaction her body and mind were having to what she read. Her foreland felt wanton. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more thing that she was trying desperately to snub but could not. There was an intense tingling traveling up her second joint in a direct line to her kitty-cat. It was getting risky every sentence she reread what was on the Page and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

Sep 7th

I 've tried everything I can believe of to push back any kind of wedge between my Sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to forefend seeing her but I still feel her presence every time I return nursing home. I have to pass by her room every unity prison term I go to mine. I see her easy coming from under the door and my psyche ca n't avail but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilt trip and headache every day. I try to shut these thought off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my situation 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 to the lowest degree somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep back myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two ideas right now. number 1 I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to flow video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and imagine I 'm entirely up to of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her way for potential piazza to put a peep jam. I think I may sustain a trade good bit that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect vista of her room. Hopefully this will avail me.

Trina

Bree felt her font get hot at the estimate of what her sister could give seen if she was able-bodied to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her room naked but she did masturbate from time to prison term. 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 illuminate as a feather. Like a hulk weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be gratuitous again. This confusing business with my sister has put so a great deal pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new individual. I guess I should excuse huh. So over the stopping point few daylight I 've put my plan into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up television of her playing plot on the computing device but last Night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked rightfield in straw man of her computer. I had a staring view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to bend the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her figurer electric chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't take asked for a punter horizon 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 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 elating here and now of my life-time. Watching her face as she neared sexual climax. Her digit picking up hurrying as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an sluttish task since I had been ready since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end result that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her reading material. Finding these out of sight truths about her sis and discovering some truths hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the speech that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of upheaval that ran down her cutis like finger nails, vivid but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't learn the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the bedroom threshold opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her baby screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !