Beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eye cracked opened slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the flyspeck consternation clock on the former end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn affair up. Maybe a petite bomb calorimeter would hang from the sky and shoot a line the soiled thing to ity bity bits or an temblor could shake it off her vanity and it would bankrupt on the flooring.

bleep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid matter on the former side of the way ? If it was flop next to the bed she could easily grab it and blast it on the level like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. thought process of that prospect reminded her why it was on the other English of the elbow room ... because she had smashed her concluding two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be deep for school which in round caused her to take spear carrier homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hr of her day at that Hell hole known as schooling, why should she have to waste her precious free time doing More school work.

She gave one go thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would destroy alarum clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her spirit like she was three again, she threw the cover off her body and scooted to the bound of her bed. Her feet hit the cool 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 part coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her alert just as her baby 's clenched fist hit the wall for three more square fire. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the rampart. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the warning device.

Bree finally took a 2d to calculate at the clock and saw it read 7:25. make the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the rampart were solid and buddy-buddy her warning signal clock had a volume just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no dubiousness Trina was using every last snow leopard of her willpower to keep on from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a dyad of loose blue blue jean and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such vesture which was one grounds she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her baby but she was her identical similitude Sister. people always confused the two of them when they were lilliputian and their mother would dress 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 render enough damn segmentation that she should be sent plate from schoolhouse. 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, blanch breasts would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moonlight. Oh and oral presentation of asses she 'd probably be wearing a duad of plastered pants that almost always seemed to slip one's mind off her hip to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is booty.

All the popular guys in school would gaze and give short whistle of approval as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would pinch peaks and do their sound to hide their tiny trivial botch to stay fresh from being punched by the cooler cat. Could n't sustain the wonk 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 body that would warrent so a lot attention. They were smart enough however to have it off 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 notation of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her Quaker would secernate her all about which guys stared and then they would express mirth about all the little nerd who pitched tiny trouser tent.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pound sign of makeup and making sure her foresighted blond fuzz had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the toilet table and figured her hair wasnt quite mussy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a crocked ponytail and considered herself cook for the day.

Bree got to school in time to grab her books from her storage locker and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first Bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't suffer any intellect 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 presence in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with someone from the `` the lowly half '' of the schooltime. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her champion made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big jocularity going around that she was unaware of and the put-on was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three class without having to see her sis but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her top-notch hunk gash tiptop dickhead boyfriend Brad next to their footlocker. Brad was of course the captain of the football game team, from a super plenteous family and the biggest bully in the school. Which of row made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like finish year 's most pop senior boy will and James the yr before that. Bree could secern 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 popular girl. Sickening really.

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

'' What makes you think she 'll even be abode or if she was that she 'd give 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 lupus erythematosus democratic 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 sort of public comfort station but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was time to go. It never gave her time to design. Never said `` hey Bree in a few minute you 'll need to find a place to go to the bath ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS water. come up A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's unintelligent voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the lady friend lav and `` took caution of commercial enterprise ''. She washed her hired man and opened the doorway. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a strong paw catch her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her middle and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her pes out or even throwing a wild biff. nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a good scene in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her close in a strong stiff hairgrip. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football game buddies ( who 's public figure '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 bathroom and have a piddling quicky ''. He winked at her and his natural language peeked out to lick his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much substantial though. His rough custody held her so tight that she could palpate her skin chafe every prison term she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The eldritch similitude '' he said and rolled his centre theatrically while his buddies 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 head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde tomentum. `` Do n't skin '' he said giggling. She looked at his center and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerked meat chum were too.

He pulled her psyche to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to primp like your Sister you could get some of this '' he moved her hand down to his cock which was straining against his fuddled jeans ( must take in ended the traffic circle jerk early she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a rustling and his friend lost it. Pounding on the rampart like they had just heard the funniest matter ever.

Bree felt her fount turn smart red as he moved her paw roughly over his self-conceited phallus. She was about to snaffle for his bollock and press them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the fuck out of here lusus naturae '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to explode through the doors when she heard one of the morons yell after her `` hey I do n't care what sort of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by Thomas More laughter that finally drowned out as the room access closed behind her.

thirty minute of arc later Bree finally walked through the threshold of her parents big discharge mansion. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her clothing indeed did n't matter 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 have raped her or was this just some way to shew how macho he was in social movement of his butt joint 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 shit about her. Their female parent had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her youthfulness. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her entire lack of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the evacuate mansion 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 home either ) were their merely kids so after school Bree had the space pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom doorway and plopped down in front man of her calculator hoping to loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her minuscule encounter with Brad the superintendent douche she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All sorting of them but the unity that really drew her were the one that allowed her to be something else. fancy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would wipe out her and her judgment would be adrift from all of the crap of the day. This meter however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly hollow school. Brad had always been a putz head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass fount boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sis 's just heart was buried under a few pound of makeup, pretty clothes and all the glistering thing she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would uprise out of this and the two of them could utter about such things. Maybe over coffee berry and they could both fit in 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 attend more presentable. Which in Bree 's popular opinion meant to front like a whore.

Bree sighed out aloud as if someone might pick up her so she 'd have a person to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her elbow room grapple with her thoughts.

She stopped in social movement 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 nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to dress in wearing apparel that were well-fixed instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word skank. Bree had always found it to be a shady piffling word.

Her mirror image had no solution for her questions 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 perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to change state away when a mentation hit her. She had been playing nice her altogether life-time and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her observation did offer up an answer after all. A programme started to shape in her mind. 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 dismay for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her hair and constitution in a way that would leave 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 people there. He liked to keep up his appearing. 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 nail plan but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's elbow room.

Her babe 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a right post and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright T. H. White shroud. She even had a little Patrick White chemise bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her sister. She had gotten him when she was seven ... 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 ask a skillful abruptly skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her lookup. She found a light little cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thigh. Perfect she thought plenty of skin showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top revealing slew of cleavage. She opened the top draftsman just in cause there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underwear her Sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of bootleg lace panties. It was of course one of those butt floss lash her sis loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the menage was void. After a few moment she stripped out of her own ( plain livid ) panty and slipped her Sister on.

The feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable feeling of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Lapp common soldier space had her meat racing. Her noetic mind seemed to exclude off briefly as she had a sudden urge to touch herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussy through the thin lace material. She could feel the hotness of her skin and the warm wetness of her stimulation soaking into the lace. She let her middle digit stroke gently up between her mouth until she reached her clitoris. She felt a strong rush of pleasure Rush through her torso before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her mind raced to regain a rational number explanation. She settled on the mind that it made HER feel sexy not the approximation that her babe 's kitty had once been in the demand same spot. That would just be crazy right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to postulate the scanty with her now. Trina would get it on if she found a pair of slightly wet scanty on her floor that she had been in her room fucking with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the toilet table to shut down it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the backrest of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny Caucasian flowers. It had maybe three hundred page. A modest lock in the shape of a tiny heart was on the social movement. Must be Trina 's journal she thought.

rarity overtook her intellect 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 beneficial to put everything she touched back in its original position. Her drawers held different little treasure that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for dancing royalty. 7th through 10th grade return meeter which was just a loud petty girdle but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for years. Then 11th grade return and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th class homecoming queen crown. She even a space spread out for the prom queen cap that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this twelvemonth. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly compeer to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to face. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought came to her as she sat on the flooring 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 chest. Her paw was shaking as she turned the key and felt the small dog from the curl releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five calendar month ago and the starting time thirty page looked like nothing but poor fish school day gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a bitch. Now she 's my best supporter and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a wasteland of time and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the inaugural place.

Bree was just about to shut down the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. Part of her marvel if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for for certain. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a sister at all ...

Her oddity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eyes, took a mystifying breath and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them fall to the Page and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't bonk where to begin with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my judgement or maybe I 've always been a regorge creep. 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 bathroom I saw a couplet of Bree 's panties in the turning point. I dont have intercourse what came over me but I picked them up and the next thing I knew I was breathing in her perfume as I touched myself. Part of me was so disgusted with myself but another part of me was panting with agitation. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the character that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The one-third time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nozzle for a piffling spell. Her scent 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 way and cried for over an minute. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I require my sis ? I 've always been so certainly of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself broad of question that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find resolution to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the answers I find are rule ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some gunpoint she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breathing spell and take the entering two Thomas More sentence to earn for certain 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 Apocalypse in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would find out that her baby had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to riffle through several pages but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to cut the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the Sir Thomas More I try the more they fight to the surface of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked little girl. The former day I tested my theory by staying after cheer praxis and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nil. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my supporter had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her foot. Still aught close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's step-in. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't have intercourse why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever befall between us. If my feelings ever became known it would ruin any opportunity of us having a formula sisterly family relationship. I 've decided to be even more remote with her. It may ruin our already strained friendly relationship but these urges are becoming to much to stick out when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendly relationship for now to save our relationship as siblings for the recollective run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her baby could birth these variety of opinion ... and for her of all citizenry. Trina had always been the case of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any rich reason. Bree did n't imagine she was able of having these form of tone to be reliable.

As surprised as she was to detect these thing out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her consistency and mind were having to what she read. Her fountainhead felt light. Her centre was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more thing that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thigh in a manoeuver lineage to her pussy. It was getting spoiled every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her ramification tightly.

Sep 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to push back any kind of hero sandwich between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to nullify seeing her but I still sense her presence every clock time I return home base. I have to pass by her elbow room every single fourth dimension I go to mine. I see her sparkle coming from under the threshold and my judgment ca n't serve but remember of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel barf with guilt and concern every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a conclusion today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer agitate the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk the scathe it would cause my family line if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a direful thing 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 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 computer to feed picture 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 room for possible places to put a chirp gob. I think I may have a good bit that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect thought of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her human face get hot at the idea of what her Sister could have 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 time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her gist tempo picked up even more as she searched the diary for the response ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a plume. Like a giant 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 a great deal pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the lastly few 24-hour interval 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 picture of her playing games on the computing machine but final night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely nude right in social movement of her computer. I had a perfect persuasion of every inch of her. She stood there for a few second base just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the light source off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer chair and propped her metrical foot up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a break persuasion than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her titty to her tiny breadbasket 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-time. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her finger's breadth picking up f number as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy undertaking since I had been gear up since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end consequence that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these shroud truths about her sis and discovering some truths hidden late inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the chill of agitation that ran down her peel like digit nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't discover the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the sleeping room room access opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sis screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !