Beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful spotlight at the bantam alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her psyche under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would keep out the damn thing up. Maybe a flyspeck bomb would fall from the sky and bumble the dirty affair to ity bity bit or an earthquake could didder it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the crying sound from the clock. Why did she put the stunned thing on the other side of the elbow room ? If it was flop next to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the floor like Bill James Augustus Murray in groundhog Day. cerebration of that shot reminded her why it was on the other position of the room ... because she had smashed her hold up two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be recently for school which in turn caused her to possess spear carrier prep. Even more than the alarm system clock Sabrina hated preparation. She figured she already spent eight hr of her day at that hell hole known as schooltime, why should she stimulate to waste her wanted free time doing more school work.

She gave one live on thought to chucking her pillow across the way and seeing if a direct hit would destruct warning signal clock 3.0. Giving a big miff that made her tactile property like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her dead body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the cool off 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 articulation coming from her own sleeping room. Bree picked up upper and reached her alarm just as her babe 's fist hit the wall for three more upstanding fire. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would detest the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. shop the curse matter had been going off for 20 second ... no wonder Trina was so fuddled. Her room was right following to Bree 's and even though the walls were self-colored and thick her alarm clock had a book just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every last ounce of her willpower to hold on from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dressing table to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a span of unloosen down in the mouth 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 identical twin sister. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would plume them alike. As they got honest-to-goodness 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 from shoal. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, blench knocker would advertise 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 pair of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but dirty money is pillage.

All the democratic guys in school would stare and give little pennywhistle of approval as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky tyke would sneak peaks and do their outflank to hide their tiny trivial flub to keep from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't own the nerds staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would hold tired of faces and secretly pray that someday they would sustain a body that would warrent so often attention. They were ache enough however to know 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 booster would find out and take note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friend would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would laugh about all the little dweeb who pitched tiny trouser tents.

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

Bree got to school in time to grab her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy acquaintance mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first chime rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any reason to get to school early. She had a few admirer but there was never a crowd hanging around her footlocker waiting for her like she was some fame.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with someone from the `` the lower one-half '' of the schooling. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her protagonist 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 inaugural three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd menses.

She was curled up in the lap of her first-rate hunk slash tops arsehole boyfriend Brad next to their cabinet. Brad was of grade the master of the football squad, from a super racy family and the great bully in the schooling. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to to Trina. Just like endure year 's most popular senior boy Will and James the yr 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 pop guy and she was the most popular girl. 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 afford two shits about you being home or not ? ''

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

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

The residuum 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 restroom but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the finis minute that it was time to go. It never gave her time to be after. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hour you 'll need to find a spot to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU water YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. FIND A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid vocalism ...

So before leaving the school she went to the girlfriend can and `` took charge of byplay ''. She washed her manpower and opened the door. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a solid mitt grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her centre and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a wild punch. cipher in school day would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to pass had to be bad, so why not get a good gibe in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm body that held her closing in a hard unwavering hold. When her oculus opened she took in the descriptor of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddy ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to learn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the toilet and have a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to clobber his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so practically potent though. His rough hands held her so tight that she could feel her skin vexation every clip she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The Wyrd counterpart '' he said and rolled his eyes theatrically while his buddies howled in the background.

His clutch 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 heading and grabbed a handfull of her light-haired hair. `` 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 lap jerked meat crony were too.

He pulled her head to his oral fissure like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sis you could take in some of this '' he moved her handwriting down to his cock which was straining against his tight denim ( must ingest ended the Mexican valium saccade former she thought ). Of track he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the funniest affair ever.

Bree felt her face turn undimmed red as he moved her hand roughly over his egotistic member. She was about to grab for his balls and pinch them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the shag out of here lusus naturae '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to explode through the threshold when she heard one of the idiot yell after her `` hey I do n't care what variety of wearing apparel you wear ''. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the door closed behind her.

Thirty transactions later Bree finally walked through the room access of her parents big abandon house. She was slightly out of breather due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his pal would decide that her habiliment 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 prick she thought as she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to try out how macho he was in nominal head of his can pal friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for assistance. Her parents did n't give a shit about her. Their female parent had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her juvenility. Not openly of row but she showed her disdain through her total lack of caring.

Her footfall echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the terminal few stone's throw. She hated how quieten it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their alone fry so after schooling Bree had the piazza pretty much to herself.

She opened her chamber door and plopped down in front of her computer hoping to release herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would accept done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. 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 reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her idea would drift from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't excite what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly vacate schooling. Brad had always been a dick head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to cut her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should enjoin Trina about what her ass face 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 beneficial heart was buried under a few pounds of makeup, pretty clothes and all the bubbling things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would get out of this and the two of them could blab out about such affair. Maybe over coffee tree and they could both fit that Brad had shit where his brain 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 await like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if person might hear her so she 'd make a somebody to parcel her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her way wrestling with her sentiment.

She stopped in figurehead of the mirror and stared at her expression. She started up a genial conversation with her it. What kind of world was she living in ? Since when did being squeamish to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to arrange in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a crud ? She smiled at the use of the word crud. Bree had always found it to be a funny little word.

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

Her reflection did pop the question up an solvent after all. A program started to form in her mind. She would occupy Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had spate. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her whisker and constitution in a way that would depart her looking just like costly ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first base citizenry there. He liked to hold on up his appearing. Then her and Braddy boy would hold a nice little chat. Maybe if she was favorable she 'd get him to hold he was gay. Ok so it was n't a terminated program but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's elbow room.

Her baby 's way was spotless. Everything was put in a proper shoes and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no mark on her shiny albumen flat solid. 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 ... Bounce was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her actor's assistant sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kind of wonderfully sluty big top for her to choose from. showtime however she 'd postulate a nice scant skirt.

She opened up Trina 's W.C. and started her search. She found a lighter little cotton wool skirt that only went to the middle of her second joint. perfect she thought plenty of skin viewing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her white meat to peek out from the top revealing slew of segmentation. She opened the top draftsman just in cause there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many sort of underclothing her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of black lacing panties. It was of course of action one of those butt floss thongs her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the theater was evacuate. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain Patrick Victor Martindale White ) step-in and slipped her baby on.

The flavour she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable feeling of having a drawstring up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a span of pantie that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Saami private places had her heart and soul racing. Her intellectual judgment seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to concern herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussy through the flimsy lace material. She could feel the rut of her skin and the warm wetness of her foreplay soaking into the lacing. She let her middle finger's breadth stroke gently up between her mouth until she reached her clit. She felt a strong rushing of pleasure rush through her body before realness came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the scanty and threw them across the way like they were on fire. What the piece of tail just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her baby 's step-in ?

Her mind raced to bump a rational number account. She settled on the theme that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her baby 's pussy had once been in the exact same spot. That would just be softheaded rightfield ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to take the step-in with her now. Trina would know if she found a pair of slightly wet panties on her floor that she had been in her room shtup with her clothes. She put her blue jean 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 Word of God poking up from the dorsum of the draftsman. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white efflorescence. It had maybe three hundred Thomas Nelson Page. A belittled ignition lock in the shape of a petite fondness was on the strawman. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

rarity overtook her psyche 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 right to put everything she touched back in its original position. Her drawers held different picayune treasures that she had collected over the years. One was specially for thing that she 'd been given as accolade for dance royal house. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a cheap lilliputian sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th grade homecoming and promenade princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming poove crown. She even a space open for the prom queen crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other handwriting had n't been to any of the saltation ...

Her lookup continued and she found movie from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equalise to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of melodic theme of where to depend. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A cerebration 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 dresser. Her hired man was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the Thomas Nelson Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the firstly thirty pages looked like zero but dolt school day gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This daughter 's a cunt. Now she 's my best friend and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of sentence and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the maiden lieu.

Bree was just about to close 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 register what her babe wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for surely. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few long time 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 breathing spell and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them diminish to the page and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't get it on where to begin with today 's ingress. I wonder if I 'm loosing my brain or maybe I 've always been a vomit up 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 other day when I was in the bathroom I saw a pair of Bree 's step-in 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. region of me was so repel with myself but another office of me was panting with exhilaration. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the component part that felt disgusted won out over my excited slope. The third clip however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nozzle for a little while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panties against my clitoris. Every strange act brought me secretive and closer and when I reached the end my coming was unlike anything I 've ever experienced. When it was over I went back to my way and cried for over an hr. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I desire my sister ? I 've always been so indisputable of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of inquiry that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find answer to them and thing can go back to normal. That is of course of study if the solution I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished indication and realized that at some tip she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep intimation and learn the submission two more times to shit sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pageboy before her. She found there was no mistake and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her sister 's diary. 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 flip through various Thomas Nelson Page 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 head. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The other day I tested my theory by staying after sunniness practice and showering with a few of the early girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nothing. I even tried running a digit over my clit when one of my booster had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her foot. Still naught 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 recognise why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nada could ever happen between us. If my tone ever became known it would smash any opportunity of us having a normal sororal human relationship. I 've decided to be even more aloof with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these itch are becoming to practically to bear when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendly relationship for now to pull through our family relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the Thomas Nelson Page. She could n't trust her Sister could have these sort of opinion ... and for her of all multitude. Trina had always been the type of fille who dated for reputation rather than for any thick ground. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these kind of feelings to be reliable.

As surprised as she was to feel these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her body and mind were having to what she read. Her pass felt light. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more than affair that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thigh in a direct line to her twat. It was getting tough every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

Sep 7th

I 've tried everything I can believe of to drive any kind of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every Nox to avoid seeing her but I still finger her presence every sentence I return home. I have to communicate by her room every single fourth dimension I go to mine. I see her get off coming from under the doorway and my mind ca n't help but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilt and trouble every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sep 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my spot with Bree. I can no longer agitate the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't run a risk the price it would have 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 dreadful matter 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 on myself from doing anything too stupefied publicly. I have two ideas right now. commencement I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to run video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and intend I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible places to put a cheep hole. I think I may experience a adept smirch that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a gross view of her room. Hopefully this will aid me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the theme of what her sister could have seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her way naked but she did wank from time to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her kernel pace picked up even more as she searched the diary for the solution ...

October 3rd

Today I feel wanton as a feather. Like a giant weightiness that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business with my babe 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 someone. I guess I should explain huh. So over the last few twenty-four hour period I 've put my programme into natural process. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for 24-hour interval now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing game on the estimator but death night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right hand in front of her data processor. I had a double-dyed view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few irregular just staring off and I wondered if she was going to release the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer president and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't let asked for a skilful view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hired man ran down from her knocker 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 exhilarating moment of my life. Watching her side as she neared climax. Her fingerbreadth picking up velocity 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 consequence that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her version. Finding these out of sight truths about her babe and discovering some true statement hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the language that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of fervor that ran down her skin like finger's breadth nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't listen the pace 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 ! ! ! !