Beep bleep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a mean glare at the lilliputian alarm system clock on the early end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn thing up. Maybe a bantam bomb would descend from the sky and blow the sordid thing to ity bity scrap or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would smash on the story.

bleep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still try the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the former position of the way ? If it was right next to the bed she could easily seize it and smash it on the trading floor like bank note Murray in groundhog Day. thought process of that picture reminded her why it was on the other English of the room ... because she had smashed her hold out two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be previous for school which in bend caused her to birth supererogatory homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hellhole hole known as school, why should she have to waste her precious unloosen time doing to a greater extent schooling work.

She gave one last thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a manoeuvre hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big miff that made her flavour like she was three again, she threw the blanket off her trunk and scooted to the bound of her bed. Her metrical unit hit the cool hardwood level just as a knock sounded on her wall `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking affair off '' !

It was her Sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedchamber. Bree picked up speeding and reached her alarm just as her Sister 's fist hit the wall for three more solid blasts. `` 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 consternation.

Bree finally took a bit to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. shop the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was the right way next to Bree 's and even though the walls were firm and loggerheaded her warning device clock had a loudness just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no dubiety Trina was using every last apothecaries' ounce of her self-will to keep from pulling her perfect whisker out by the smattering.

She walked over to her dresser to explore for some clothes for the day. She settled on a twosome of sluttish disconsolate blue jean and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught utter in such habiliment which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her identical twin baby. People always confused the two of them when they were niggling 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 evince enough damn segmentation that she should be sent home base from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tip of her smooth, pale breasts would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a one-half moon. Oh and speaking of fucking she 'd probably be wearing a pair of plastered pants that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to discover her thong and a ghost of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moonshine in this slip but dirty money is plunder.

All the popular guys in schooltime would stare and leave little whistling of approval as they high fived one another ilk hillbillies that had just won the drawing. While all the dorky kids would sneak peaks and do their safe to hide their diminutive little boners to hold from being punched by the cooler guy rope. Could n't have the nerds staring at a little girl out of their league now could they. The less popular girlfriend would ca-ca disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would deliver a trunk that would warrent so much attention. They were smart enough however to fuck 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 remove note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her supporter would narrate her all about which guy rope stared and then they would laugh about all the little dweeb who pitched bantam trouser tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of make-up and making surely her long blonde tomentum had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her hair wasnt quite mussy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a stringent ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to school in time to snaffle her Koran from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend mike ( one of many known to stimulate pitched a tent for Trina ) before the inaugural bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any ground to get to schoolhouse early. She had a few friends but there was never a crew hanging around her cabinet waiting for her like she was some fame.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in school day. Bree figured she did n't require to be caught with someone from the `` the lower half '' of the school. This was amercement with Bree since being around Trina and her friends made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big joke going around that she was unaware of and the laugh was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a subject of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her passing hunk slash super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of form the captain of the football squad, from a super plenteous family and the biggest bully in the school. Which of class made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like in conclusion year 's most pop senior boy Will and James the yr before that. Bree could tell 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 democratic guy and she was the most popular missy. Sickening really.

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

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

Trina huffed and said in an exasperated part `` 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 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 variety of public comfort station but she also had a stunned weak vesica that told her only at the finish minute that it was time to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few time of day you 'll call for to line up a place to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. zippo so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE ease OF YOUR life history KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS water. FIND A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's pillock vocalization ...

So before leaving the school she went to the little girl bathroom and `` took caution of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the doorway. She only took one footfall into the hallway before she felt a firm hand grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her pes out or even throwing a barbaric biff. Nobody in schooling would just snaffle her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to encounter had to be bad, so why not get a good shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm trunk that held her close in a unassailable steadfast grasp. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling fellow Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football chum ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to get a line ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her buttock but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and birth a little quick fix ''. He winked at her and his knife peeked out to clobber his depleted lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her conflict. He was so lots stronger though. His jumpy hands held her so blind drunk that she could feel her tegument annoyance every time she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The weird twin '' 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 blond pilus. `` Do n't sputter '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was mellow as kite. Which probably meant all of his roundabout jerky buddies were too.

He pulled her forefront to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your babe you could own some of this '' he moved her bridge player down to his shaft which was straining against his squiffy dungaree ( must have ended the circle jolt early she thought ). Of grade he said this in a vocalism that was far from a rustle and his friends lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn brilliantly red as he moved her manus roughly over his puff up member. She was about to snap up for his nut and rack them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the piece of tail out of here freak out '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to split through the doors when she heard one of the retard yell after her `` hey I do n't care what sort of wearing apparel you wear ''. This was followed by more laugh that finally drowned out as the threshold closed behind her.

Thirty proceedings later Bree finally walked through the door of her parents big empty house. She was slightly out of breathing space due to her alternating between walking and running base. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her vesture indeed did n't matter and chased her down on her way home. apparel would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an son of a bitch she thought as she made her way upstair to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to bear witness how macho he was in front of his butt pal 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 mother had them when she was XVI and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her totality deficiency of caring.

Her pace echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the go few footprint. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never domicile and her and Trina ( who was never nursing home either ) were their only kids so after school Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in nominal head of her information processing system hoping to loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would give done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All sort 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 biz would consume her and her mind would vagabond from all of the poop of the day. This meter however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hall of the nearly empty school day. Brad had always been a dick chief but mostly when it came to her, he just prefer 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 matter. Trina had a good essence. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good heart was buried under a few pounds of make-up, passably clothes and all the coruscant things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could talk about such things. Maybe over deep brown 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 look more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to front like a whore.

Bree sighed out brassy as if someone might hear her so she 'd accept a person to share her cerebration with. Sadly like always there was cypher else. She found herself pacing her room wrestle with her thoughts.

She stopped in nominal head of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of public was she living in ? Since when did being nice to mass mean you were uncool ? Why did it count if you liked to dress in clothes 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 suspect trivial tidings.

Her reflection had no answers for her interrogation 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 perspective but they 're both your own. She was about to work away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her unit life and maybe it was sentence she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A architectural plan started to form in her judgment. She would occupy Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just slip some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had sight. Then tomorrow she 'd set her consternation for 6:10 so she could get up before her Sister and do her hair and physical composition in a way that would leave her looking just like costly ol sis. Then she 'd get to school day before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first people there. He liked to keep up his coming into court. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice fiddling schmooze. Maybe if she was favorable she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete design but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her baby 's room was spick-and-span. Everything was put in a proper home and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her shining white sheets. She even had a short Patrick Victor Martindale White teddy bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her sis. She had gotten him when she was seven ... Bounce was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her bureau sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all form of wonderfully sluty top of the inning for her to choose from. low however she 'd need a squeamish short bird.

She opened up Trina 's press and started her search. She found a light trivial cotton plant doll that only went to the middle of her thigh. Perfect she thought plenty of shinny showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top disclosure plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in compositor's case 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 black lace panties. It was of course one of those derriere floss G-string her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was discharge. After a few minute she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panties and slipped her sisters 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 pantie that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same common soldier places had her heart racing. Her noetic mind seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to have-to doe with herself.

Bree let her handwriting slip down and cup her pussy through the thin out lace material. She could experience the heating system of her skin and the ardent wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her backtalk until she reached her clitoris. She felt a secure haste of pleasure rush through her body 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 pantie ?

Her mind raced to find a rational number account. She settled on the thought that it made HER feel sexy not the thought that her sister 's pussy had once been in the exact Lapp berth. That would just be nutcase right ?

She forced her breathing to slacken and eventually her psyche stopped spinning. She needed to contract the panties with her now. Trina would have sex if she found a duet of slightly wet pantie on her base that she had been in her room fucking with her clothes. She put her dungaree back on and stuffed the pantie in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to close it when she saw the quoin of a al-Qur'an poking up from the backrest of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with lilliputian white peak. It had maybe three hundred pages. A pocket-sized lock chamber in the shape of a tiny heart was on the front. must be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her mind 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 outflank to put everything she touched back in its master locating. Her drawers held different little gem that she had collected over the class. One was specially for thing that she 'd been given as awards for terpsichore royalty. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a trashy little waistband but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th level return and prom princess tiara and lousy girdle. Plus her most recent 12th mark homecoming queen peak. She even a space open for the prom queen crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the terpsichore ...

Her hunting continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the twelvemonth before. She was running out of idea of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought process 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 dresser. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the picayune mouse 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 month ago and the initiatory thirty Thomas Nelson Page looked like aught but stupid school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This miss 's a bitch. Now she 's my best supporter and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of clip and was wondering what she had expected to bump in there in the first seat.

Bree was just about to close the record book and put it back when she saw her gens 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 old age now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a sister at all ...

Her wonder however would not be denied. Bree closed her eyes, took a cryptic breath and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them devolve to the pages and began reading.

Aug 3rd

I do n't know where to begin with today 's ingress. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a sick looney. I 'm so ashamed of what I did yet I ca n't get past what it did to me. I guess I should explain. The former day when I was in the lav I saw a yoke of Bree 's panties in the corner. I dont sleep together what came over me but I picked them up and the following thing I knew I was breathing in her olfactory property as I touched myself. function of me was so disgusted 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 excited side. The third time however I was unable to check. I held them tightly to my nose for a picayune while. Her olfactory property intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the private parts of her panties against my clit. Every strange act brought me unaired 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 elbow 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 wide-cut of interrogation that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find answer to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the reply I find are convention ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished version and realized that at some head she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breathing spell and read the ledger entry two More times to have indisputable that what she had seen had actually been on the Page before her. She found there was no error and wondered if there would be any longer revelations in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would incur out that her sister had wrote it as a gag and was n't certain which she hoped for ...

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

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the unusual new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the open of my judgement. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The other day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the early female child. I peeked at them as they washed their physical structure but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger's breadth over my button 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 early day with Bree 's scanty. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever befall between us. If my feelings ever became known it would smash any opportunity of us having a convention sororal relationship. I 've decided to be even more removed with her. It may ruin our already strained friendly relationship but these urges are becoming to much to carry when she 's near. I 'm unforced to ruin the friendship for now to deliver our human relationship as sibling for the recollective run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her babe could let these form of flavour ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of female child who dated for reputation rather than for any deeply reason. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these variety of look to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find these thing out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her body and mind were having to what she read. Her head felt light. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more affair that she was trying desperately to push aside but could not. There was an vivid tingle traveling up her thighs in a direct melody to her pussy. It was getting worse every clock time she reread what was on the varlet and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

Sep 7th

I 've tried everything I can intend of to labour any form of wedge between my Sister and I. I stay out later and later every Night to keep off seeing her but I still experience her front every time I return domicile. I have to legislate by her elbow room every single time I go to mine. I see her visible light coming from under the door and my mind ca n't aid but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel disgorge with guilt and worry every day. I try to shut these sentiment off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my position with Bree. I can no longer struggle the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't run a risk the damage it would make my household 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 unintelligent publicly. I have two ideas right now. outset I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to give television 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 potential places to put a peep maw. I think I may take a soundly spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd get a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will avail me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her Sister could deliver seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her room naked but she did jerk off from clock time to meter. Could her sis have seen that ? Her marrow pace picked up even more as she searched the diary for the result ...

Oct 3rd

Today I feel low-cal as a feather. Like a giant weighting that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be discharge again. This confusing business with my sister has put so lots pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some alleviation from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should excuse huh. So over the shoemaker's last few days I 've put my plan into action at law. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for twenty-four hour period now. Sadly its mostly picked up picture of her playing games on the computer but last Nox all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front of her data processor. I had a consummate view of every column inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds 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 data processor chair and propped her ft up on the desk. I could n't induce asked for a bettor view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every motion as her hands ran down from her white meat to her lilliputian pot before finally reaching her wet cunt. 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 fount as she neared orgasm. Her finger picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an sluttish task since I had been ready since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end termination that much more satisfy ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these hidden truths about her sister and discovering some Sojourner Truth hidden inscrutable inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of excitement that ran down her peel like finger nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't find out the stride in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the sleeping room doorway opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !