Beep bleep beep ...

Sabrina 's oculus cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the tiny warning device clock on the other end of the elbow room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the darn affair up. Maybe a tiny dud would fall from the sky and blow the dirty thing to ity bity number or an quake could shake it off her dresser and it would bankrupt on the base.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still see the repetitive phone from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the other side of the room ? If it was right succeeding to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the storey like Bill Murray in Marmota monax Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the other slope of the room ... because she had smashed her final two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be of late for schooltime which in play caused her to have additional prep. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that the pits hole known as schooling, why should she have to waste her precious free fourth dimension doing more schooling oeuvre.

She gave one net view to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would put down alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her tactile property like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood floor just as a knock sounded on her wall `` Bree get your slothful ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's spokesperson coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm clock just as her sister 's clenched fist hit the paries for three More solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her Sister would detest the speech sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alert.

Bree finally took a second to look 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 pass water. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the walls were solid and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below `` provide your pinna bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every close Panthera uncia of her willpower to keep from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her bureau to seek for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose dreary jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught suddenly in such vesture which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her Sister but she was her identical counterpart sister. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their female parent would dress them alike. As they got Old and started dressing themselves to their own taste sensation, cipher who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would exhibit enough damn segmentation that she should be sent menage from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale breasts 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 duet of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip one's mind off her hips to bring out her lash and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this slip but booty is dirty money.

All the pop Guy in school would stare and give piffling whistles of approval as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak peaks and do their sound to hide their diminutive small boners to save from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't accept the wonk staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The lupus erythematosus popular young lady would make repel faces and secretly pray that someday they would own a physical structure that would warrent so much attention. They were ache enough however to have it off 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 admirer would watch and ask note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her champion would severalize her all about which cat stared and then they would laugh about all the little grind who pitched midget trouser tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pound sign 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 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 grab her Holy Scripture from her storage locker and say hi to her nerdy protagonist microphone ( one of many known to give birth pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the first ship's bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any grounds to get to school early. She had a few champion but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in schooltime. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with person from the `` the low-toned one-half '' of the school. 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 jest was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three classes without having to see her Sister but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That clip came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her tiptop lump separatrix topnotch prick fellow Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of line the captain of the football team, from a superintendent rich sept and the biggest bully in the shoal. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like end yr 's most democratic senior boy Will and James the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be true any prison term 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 late getting dwelling house tonight. ``

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

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

'' Fine '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her lupus erythematosus popular twin.

The rest of the day slowly churned by but was pretty uneventful. That is until right at the end.

Bree had to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She always hated using any kind of public restroom but she also had a poor fish weak bladder that told her only at the hold out minute that it was meter to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to recover a plaza to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. nix so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T give care IF YOU piddle YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE misfire piddle. incur A lav NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's poor fish voice ...

So before leaving the schoolhouse she went to the girls bathroom and `` took care of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the threshold. She only took one footprint into the hall before she felt a secure hand grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her oculus and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her ft out or even throwing a wild lick. 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 shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her close in a strong unwavering travelling bag. When her eyes opened she took in the cast of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football crony ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to ascertain ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to osculate her impertinence but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and have a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to puzzle out his low-toned lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her battle. He was so often stronger though. His rough hands held her so loaded that she could feel her skin chafe every time she moved against him.

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

His bobby pin loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a footprint he grabbed her carpus and pulled her back to him. He moved one paw behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde fuzz. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his center and realized he was in high spirits as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerk buddies were too.

He pulled her nous to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could consume some of this '' he moved her handwriting down to his cock which was straining against his smashed dungaree ( must have ended the rope jerk other she thought ). Of grade he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the bulwark like they had just heard the comic thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn bright red as he moved her helping hand roughly over his swollen penis. She was about to seize for his balls and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the shag out of here freak '' 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 wish what form of apparel you wear ''. This was followed by More laugh that finally drowned out as the doorway closed behind her.

30 proceedings later Bree finally walked through the threshold of her parents big hollow sign of the zodiac. She was slightly out of intimation due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his crony would make up one's mind that her clothing 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 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 prove how macho he was in front of his butt brother friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really ingest anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't present a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her spring chicken. Not openly of course of instruction but she showed her disdain through her total lack of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the death few footfall. She hated how unruffled it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their only kids so after schooltime Bree had the place pretty a good deal 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 little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved secret plan. All sorts of them but the I that really drew her were the I that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the plot would deplete her and her mind would drift from all of the crap of the day. This clock time however she could n't escape from what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a dick point 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 face young man had done to her but knew it would n't weigh. Trina had a good core. Bree knew this but she also knew that her baby 's good fondness was buried under a few pounds of makeup, middling clothes and all the aglitter things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could blab about such affair. Maybe over umber and they could both agree 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 take care more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to count like a whore.

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

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

Her thoughtfulness had no answers for her enquiry 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 view but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a thought hit her. She had been playing courteous her whole liveliness and maybe it was clip she started to get even.

Her reflection did put up up an answer after all. A plan started to form in her mind. She would hire Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her hairsbreadth and makeup in a way that would leave her looking just like love ol sis. Then she 'd get to school day before her since she knew Brad was always one of the initiatory people there. He liked to go on up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would induce a nice slight chat. Maybe if she was prosperous she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a stark 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 impeccable. Everything was put in a proper post and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no cross on her burnished white sheets. She even had a short Edward Douglas White Jr. teddy bear 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 epithet if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her toilet table sat in the recess and she knew it would be packed with all kind of wonderfully sluty whirligig for her to choose from. First however she 'd ask a gracious short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's water closet and started her search. She found a light little cotton skirt that only went to the midriff of her second joint. Perfect she thought plenty of skin exhibit and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her bosom to peek out from the top revelation plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many form of underwear her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy dyad of black lacing scanty. It was of trend one of those butt floss thongs her babe loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was hollow. After a few moment she stripped out of her own ( plain whitened ) panties and slipped her sisters on.

The opinion she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable tactual sensation of having a chain up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of scanty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same private places had her center racing. Her intellectual mind seemed to exclude off briefly as she had a sudden impulse to touch herself.

Bree let her hired man pillowcase down and cup her pussy through the thin lace material. She could feel the passion of her peel and the warm wetness of her stimulation soaking into the lacing. She let her middle fingerbreadth stroke gently up between her mouth until she reached her clit. She felt a strong rush of pleasure rush through her body before realness 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 pantie ?

Her mind raced to get hold a rational explanation. She settled on the melodic theme that it made HER look sexy not the idea that her sister 's pussy had once been in the exact same slur. That would just be brainsick right ?

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

Bree went back to the dressing table to close it when she saw the corner of a Holy Writ poking up from the cover of the draftsman. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white-hot flowers. It had maybe three hundred pageboy. A small whorl in the shape of a tiny heart was on the front. moldiness be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her thinker and she knew it would n't go away until she read at least some of what was in there. She began searching Trina 's room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its original military position. Her knickers held different little hoarded wealth that she had collected over the geezerhood. One was specially for matter that she 'd been given as awards for dance royalty. 7th through 10th class homecoming accompaniment which was just a cheap piddling sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th tier homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th class homecoming queen regnant crown. She even a place open for the prom queen diadem that she 'd no dubiousness soon win as well. Bree on the former hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equalize to Brad ) from the twelvemonth before. She was running out of ideas of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A idea came to her as she sat on the base by her sis 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 hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the slight click from the lock 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 first thirty pages looked like nothing but stupid shoal gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This daughter 's a bitch. Now she 's my best admirer and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a thriftlessness of time and was wondering what she had expected to feel in there in the firstly place.

Bree was just about to come together the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the Page. contribution of her inquire if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be just that was for trusted. 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 sis 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 fall to the pages and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't bonk where to begin with today 's unveiling. I wonder if I 'm loosing my idea or maybe I 've always been a disgusted loony. I 'm so ashamed of what I did yet I ca n't get past what it did to me. I guess I should excuse. The early day when I was in the toilet I saw a span of Bree 's scanty in the recession. I dont have intercourse what came over me but I picked them up and the future thing I knew I was breathing in her smell as I touched myself. Part of me was so repel with myself but another part of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my energize side. The third gear time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nozzle for a minuscule spell. Her fragrance intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the genitalia of her step-in against my clitoris. Every strange act brought me closer and closer and when I reached the end my orgasm was unlike anything I 've ever experienced. When it was over I went back to my room and cried for over an hour. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I want my sister ? I 've always been so for certain of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of questions that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll witness solvent to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course of study if the answers I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few inscrutable breath and read the entry two more times to puddle sure that what she had seen had actually been on the Thomas Nelson Page before her. She found there was no error and wondered if there would be anymore revelation in her sis 's diary. Maybe she would notice out that her babe had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure enough which she hoped for ...

She had to flip-flop through various pages 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 open of my brain. I thought that maybe I just liked girl. The early day I tested my theory by staying after cheer praxis and showering with a few of the other girlfriend. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger's breadth over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still nothing close to what I felt the former day with Bree 's panty. I 've come to the finis that its just her. I do n't cognise why or how this happened. In the end though I know that zip could ever happen between us. If my feelings 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 smash our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm will to smash the friendship for now to pull through our kinship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her sister could have these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all the great unwashed. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any cryptical ground. Bree did n't reckon she was up to of having these kind of look to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find 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 thing that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an acute tingle traveling up her second joint in a direct blood to her pussy. It was getting defective every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her branch tightly.

Sept 7th

I 've tried everything I can cogitate of to aim any kind of submarine sandwich between my Sister and I. I stay out later and later every Nox to avoid seeing her but I still finger her front every time I return habitation. I have to kick the bucket by her elbow room every one time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my mind ca n't assist but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel grisly with guilt feelings and worry every day. I try to shut these intellection off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decisiveness today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer fight the opinion I 'm having but I ca n't risk the terms 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 open myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two ideas right now. low I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to feed video 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 peep maw. I think I may have a good spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd own a perfect vista of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her sister could possess seen if she was capable to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her room naked but she did masturbate from fourth dimension to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her sum yard picked up even more as she searched the journal for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel luminousness as a feathering. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business concern with my sister has put so much imperativeness on me lately and now that I 've had some easement from it I feel like a new mortal. I guess I should excuse huh. So over the last few Clarence Day I 've put my plan into action. 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 reckoner but last night all of my elbow grease finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front of her computer. I had a perfect view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few arcsecond 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 chairman and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a comfortably view 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 bay window 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 inebriate instant of my liveliness. Watching her face as she neared coming. Her fingers picking up velocity as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been set up since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end result that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her meter reading. Finding these concealed truths about her sister and discovering some truths hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the quarrel that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingling of excitement that ran down her hide like finger nails, intense but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the footstep in the hallway. She did n't even find when the sleeping room door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her baby screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !