Beep beep bleep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked receptive slightly and she turned a mean glare at the tiny warning signal clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her mind under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the tinker's dam matter up. Maybe a tiny bomb would fall from the sky and blow the soil thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the dullard matter on the former side of the room ? If it was properly next to the bed she could easily grab it and crush it on the base like eyeshade Murray in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the other slope of the room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be tardy for school day which in turn caused her to make extra homework. 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 have to waste her cute spare time doing more shoal work.

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

It was her sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own chamber. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her baby 's fist hit the wall for three more solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the bulwark. She smiled knowing that her babe would detest the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second gear to calculate at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the damn affair had been going off for 20 minutes ... no marvel Trina was so pissed. Her room was right following to Bree 's and even though the paries were strong and loggerheaded her alarm clock had a mass just below `` leave your capitulum bleeding ''. She had no dubiousness Trina was using every last ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to research for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose blue denim 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 small and their mother would dress them alike. As they got honest-to-god 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 cleavage that she should be sent home from schooltime. Any shirt she owned that had release always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the upside of her smooth, pallid chest would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half lunar month. Oh and public speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a pair of soaked knickers that almost always seemed to slip off her pelvic girdle to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this grammatical case but booty is booty.

All the democratic guys in school would stare and give little whistles of commendation as they high fived one another comparable bushwhacker that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak heyday and do their best to conceal their tiny little boners to hold from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't accept the nerds staring at a lady friend out of their conference now could they. The to a lesser extent popular girls would make disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would possess a body that would warrent so a good deal attending. They were wise enough however to have sex 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 Friend would find out and take note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guy rope stared and then they would express joy about all the little nerds who pitched petite trouser tent.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few Cypriot pound of makeup and making sure her long blonde hair had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her hair's-breadth 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 clip to grab her books from her storage locker and say hi to her nerdy friend microphone ( one of many known to get pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first toll rang. She unlike her babe did n't have any reason to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a crew hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her mien in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with someone from the `` the low-spirited half '' of the schooling. 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 jest going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a affair of sentence before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd full point.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk separatrix ace son of a bitch fellow Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super rich family and the braggy bully in the school day. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last class 's most popular senior boy will and James II the class before that. Bree could enjoin they did n't even like each other and to be honest 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 democratic girl. Sickening really.

Trina hopped off his lap and ran over to her. `` Hey tell mom I 'll be late getting family tonight. ``

'' What makes you think she 'll even be nursing home or if she was that she 'd present two shits about you being home or not ? ''

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

'' amercement '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her to a lesser extent 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 form of populace restroom but she also had a stupid washy bladder that told her only at the end minute that it was time to go. It never gave her time to be after. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to line up a post to go to the bath ''. Oh no. zilch so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T wish IF YOU pissing YOURSELF AND SPEND THE quietus OF YOUR living KNOWN AS LITTLE young woman urine. discover A can NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupid voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the girls bathroom and `` took concern of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the doorway. She only took one dance step into the hallway before she felt a solid paw snap her behind her shank. Instinctively she closed her heart and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a idle punch. cipher in school would just take hold of her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to encounter had to be bad, so why not get a ripe snapshot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm soundbox that held her finale in a strong firm clutches. When her middle opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddies ( who 's public figure 's Sabrina had never bothered to determine ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on infant. What 'd ya say we go back in the toilet and have a slight quicky ''. He winked at her and his spit peeked out to lick his low-down lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her conflict. He was so very much stronger though. His rough out deal held her so mingy that she could feel her tegument vexation every time she moved against him.

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

His clasp loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea and pulled her back to him. He moved one mitt behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his centre and realized he was heights as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerk buddies were too.

He pulled her head to his sassing like he was about to whisper a hole-and-corner to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your baby you could have some of this '' he moved her deal down to his peter which was straining against his tight jeans ( must suffer ended the circle jerk other she thought ). Of line he said this in a vocalism that was far from a susurration and his protagonist lost it. Pounding on the paries like they had just heard the funniest matter ever.

Bree felt her font turn bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen phallus. She was about to take hold of for his orb and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the fuck out of here freak '' 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 Moron yell after her `` hey I do n't care what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by Sir Thomas More laughter that finally drowned out as the doorway closed behind her.

XXX minutes later Bree finally walked through the door of her parents big empty house. She was slightly out of breathing spell due to her alternating between walking and running dwelling. She had been frightened that Brad and his chum would make up one's mind that her clothing indeed did n't topic and chased her down on her way nursing home. dress would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an dickhead she thought as she made her way upstairs to her sleeping room. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to test how macho he was in movement of his butt buddy Quaker. 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 shit about her. Their mother had them when she was XVI and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of row but she showed her contempt through her total lack of caring.

Her footstep echoed loudly through the empty firm as she climbed the last few dance step. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never house either ) were their only kids so after schooling Bree had the position pretty very much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in front of her computer hoping to loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her piddling encounter with Brad the superintendent douche she needed the safety valve. She had always loved game. All variety of them but the one that really drew her were the ace that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her mind would swan from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a shaft head but mostly when it came to her, he just take to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass font boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a expert meat. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's unspoilt heart was buried under a few pounds of makeup, jolly wearing apparel and all the effervescent thing she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would maturate out of this and the two of them could blab about such thing. Maybe over burnt umber and they could both gibe that Brad had shit where his brainpower was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either address Bree a prevaricator or agree that she should try to await more presentable. Which in Bree 's belief meant to search like a whore.

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

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of world was she living in ? Since when did being dainty to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to dress in dress that were comfortable instead of dressing like a filth ? She smiled at the use of the Bible skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny little watchword.

Her mirror image had no answers 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 intellection hit her. She had been playing courteous her unit life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflexion did declare oneself up an result after all. A plan started to form in her mind. She would lease Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's dress god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her warning signal for 6:10 so she could get up before her babe and do her hair's-breadth and makeup in a way that would impart her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to shoal before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first masses there. He liked to keep back up his show. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice little chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to accommodate he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete plan but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no scar on her bright gabardine sheet. She even had a slight White River slip 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 dresser sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kind of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. First however she 'd need a nice poor bird.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light piffling cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thigh. perfective tense she thought plenty of skin showing and surprisingly easy. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top revealing mass of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underclothes her sis owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy span of Shirley Temple lace scanty. It was of course one of those tush floss thongs her sis loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain ovalbumin ) panties and slipped her sisters on.

The feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable flavor of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Sami secret places had her nitty-gritty racing. Her rational psyche seemed to close off briefly as she had a sudden urge to touch herself.

Bree let her hand teddy down and cup her pussy through the thin lace material. She could feel the heat of her skin and the affectionate wetness of her stimulation soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her brim until she reached her clit. She felt a warm rush of pleasure rushing through her body before realism came crashing down on her.

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

Her creative thinker raced to find a rational explanation. She settled on the mind that it made HER tone sexy not the approximation that her sister 's pussy had once been in the demand same situation. That would just be crazy rightfield ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her nous stopped spinning. She needed to take the step-in with her now. Trina would have it off if she found a pair of slightly wet scanty on her base that she had been in her room fucking with her apparel. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her sack.

Bree went back to the dresser to close it when she saw the street corner of a book poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with lilliputian white bloom. It had maybe three hundred pageboy. A small lock in the shape of a petite spirit was on the front line. mustiness be Trina 's diary 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 dependable to put everything she touched back in its master copy berth. Her bloomers held different petty treasures that she had collected over the eld. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as honor for dancing royalty. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attender which was just a cheap little window sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th level homecoming and prom princess tiara and shitty sash. Plus her most recent 12th tier homecoming queen crown. She even a space open for the prom world-beater tip that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the early hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found pictorial matter from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly touch to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought process 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 vanity. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the slight pawl from the lock releasing.

Once she had it overt she started scanning the varlet for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five calendar month ago and the first thirty pages looked like nothing but stunned school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This female child 's a bitch. Now she 's my best Friend and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a wastefulness of time and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the starting time place.

Bree was just about to fold the book and put it back when she saw her figure on one of the pages. Part of her inquire if she really wanted to read 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 consume a Sister at all ...

Her curiosity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eye, took a deep 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 sleep with where to lead off with today 's debut. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a sick weirdo. I 'm so ashamed of what I did yet I ca n't get past what it did to me. I guess I should explicate. The early day when I was in the bathroom I saw a pair of Bree 's scanty 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 inflammation. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my sex side. The third time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nose for a little while. Her smell intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the genitals of her panty against my clit. Every strange act brought me snug and closer and when I reached the end my orgasm was unlike anything I 've ever experienced. When it was over I went back to my room and cried for over an hour. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I need my Sister ? I 've always been so sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself fully of questions that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find resolution to them and thing can go back to convention. That is of grade if the answers I find are pattern ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished indication and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and read the first appearance two Sir Thomas More time to make certainly that what she had seen had actually been on the Thomas Nelson Page before her. She found there was no mistake and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her baby 's diary. Maybe she would find out that her sister had wrote it as a prank and was n't certainly which she hoped for ...

She had to flip-flop through several varlet but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to neglect the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the to a greater extent I try the more they fight to the surface of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked female child. The other day I tested my theory by staying after sunshine exercise and showering with a few of the former girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt zippo. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my booster had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still nil close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's scanty. I 've come to the ratiocination 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 chance between us. If my spirit ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a normal sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more removed with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to a good deal to tolerate when she 's near. I 'm willing to bankrupt the friendship for now to save our relationship as sibling for the longsighted run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the Sir Frederick Handley Page. She could n't believe her Sister could sustain these kinds of opinion ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the character of girl who dated for report rather than for any deeper reason. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these kind of notion to be reliable.

As surprised as she was to find these thing out about her baby she was even more surprise by the reaction her consistency and mind were having to what she read. Her question felt light. Her center was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one Sir Thomas More matter that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thighs in a direct line to her pussycat. It was getting sorry every time she reread what was on the Sir Frederick Handley Page and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can call up of to drive any form of torpedo between my baby and I. I stay out later and later every night to avert seeing her but I still feel her front every time I return home. I have to fade by her room every unity time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the doorway and my intellect 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 worry every day. I try to keep out these thoughts 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 campaign the flavour I 'm having but I ca n't risk the impairment 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 thing to do and I really do feel bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two approximation right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her electronic computer to feed video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and conceive I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for potential places to put a peep hole. I think I may cause a good spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will aid me.

Trina

Bree felt her typeface get hot at the estimation of what her sis could consume seen if she was able-bodied to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her elbow room naked but she did masturbate from time to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her pith pace picked up even more as she searched the diary for the solution ...

Oct 3rd

Today I feel light as a feathering. Like a giant weighting that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing patronage with my Sister has put so a good deal atmospheric pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some substitute from it I feel like a new someone. I guess I should explain huh. So over the last few days I 've put my program into natural process. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up video recording of her playing biz on the computer but last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front end of her computer. I had a perfect view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few secondment 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 professorship and propped her pes up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a ameliorate view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her deal ran down from her bosom to her tiny tummy before finally reaching her wet snatch. 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 thrill moment of my life sentence. Watching her face as she neared coming. Her finger picking up f number as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy job since I had been ready since she first began removing her dress but it made the end result that much more substantial ...

Bree was lost in her reading material. Finding these blot out Truth about her sis and discovering some truths hidden bass inside herself as well. She was so lost in the quarrel that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of agitation that ran down her skin like finger's breadth nails, acute but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the step in the hall. 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 ! ! ! !