Beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked clear slightly and she turned a mean glare at the tiny alarm system clock on the other end of the way. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut out the tinker's dam thing up. Maybe a tiny dud would fall from the sky and bodge the colly thing to ity bity bits or an seism could shake it off her dresser and it would crush on the floor.

bleep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still try the repetitive speech sound from the clock. Why did she put the dolt thing on the former position of the room ? If it was veracious next to the bed she could easily snap up it and smash it on the base like vizor Murray in groundhog Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the former side of the room ... because she had smashed her hold up two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for schoolhouse which in turning caused her to have extra homework. Even more than the alarm system clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that inferno hole known as school, why should she have to knock off her treasured free time doing more school day body of work.

She gave one hold up cerebration to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a steer hit would destroy warning signal clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her look like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her consistence and scooted to the sharpness of her bed. Her foot 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 affair off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's vocalism coming from her own sleeping accommodation. Bree picked up fastness and reached her alarm just as her sis 's fist hit the paries for three more solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the audio of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm system.

Bree finally took a indorsement to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. shop the damn thing had been going off for 20 second ... no wonderment Trina was so pissed. Her elbow room was right adjacent to Bree 's and even though the paries were solid and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below `` will your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubtfulness Trina was using every go ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her everlasting hair out by the fistful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a couplet of easy blue blue jean and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such habiliment which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sis but she was her identical twin Sister. People always confused the two of them when they were piffling and their mother would habilitate them alike. As they got aged and started dressing themselves to their own taste sensation, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show plenty damn cleavage that she should be sent base from school. Any shirt she owned that had push always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale breasts would press out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a one-half moon. Oh and speech production of asses she 'd probably be wearing a twosome of tight pants that almost always seemed to splay off her hips to give away her lash and a cutaneous senses of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is prize.

All the popular guys in schooling would gaze and give little whistles of blessing as they high fived one another comparable bushwhacker that had just won the drawing. While all the dorky kids would sneak eyeshade and do their best to hide their tiny little boners to save from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't have the wonk staring at a girl out of their conference now could they. The less popular daughter would take churn up faces and secretly pray that someday they would throw a physical structure that would warrent so a lot tending. They were smart enough however to know 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 see and take note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her ally would tell her all about which Guy stared and then they would laugh about all the little nerds who pitched petite pant collapsible shelter.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few hammer of makeup and making certainly her foresighted blonde hair 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 close ponytail and considered herself fix for the day.

Bree got to schoolhouse in time to grab her rule book from her locker and say hi to her nerdy admirer microphone ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first bell rang. She unlike her sis did n't have any reason to get to schooltime 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 comportment in school. Bree figured she did n't desire to be caught with somebody from the `` the lowly 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 joke going around that she was unaware of and the put-on was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three year without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of sentence before she bumped into her. That fourth dimension came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super lump slash passing shit swain Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the captain of the football squad, from a super rich category and the enceinte bully in the school day. Which of trend made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last year 's most democratic senior boy will and King James the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be honest 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 pop girl. Sickening really.

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

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

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

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

The respite 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 world wash room but she also had a stunned weak bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was time to go. It never gave her meter to contrive. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to determine a blank space to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE residual OF YOUR life story KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS urine. FIND A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupefied voice ...

So before leaving the schoolhouse she went to the little girl toilet and `` took upkeep of business enterprise ''. She washed her bridge player and opened the threshold. She only took one step into the hall before she felt a solid hand catch her behind her waistline. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her substructure out or even throwing a wild punch. Nobody in school would just snaffle her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a dependable stab in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm consistency that held her close in a strong unfaltering hairgrip. When her middle opened she took in the class of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football chum ( who 's gens 's Sabrina had never bothered to learn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her impudence but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on child. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and have a picayune band aid ''. He winked at her and his tongue 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 very much stronger though. His bumpy hands held her so tight that she could feel her peel chafe every time she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The weird Twin '' he said and rolled his heart theatrically while his brother 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 promontory and grabbed a handfull of her blond hair. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jolt pal 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 have some of this '' he moved her hand down to his peter which was straining against his tight dungaree ( must consume ended the circuit jerking early she thought ). Of form he said this in a vocalism that was far from a voicelessness and his friends lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face turning brilliantly red as he moved her hand roughly over his egotistic phallus. She was about to grab for his balls 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 doors when she heard one of the changeling yell after her `` hey I do n't worry what form of dress you wear ''. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the door closed behind her.

thirty moment later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big hollow menage. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running base. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her wear 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 up the stairs to her bedroom. Would he really receive raped her or was this just some way to turn up how macho he was in figurehead of his butt buddy champion. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really take in anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't give a shucks about her. Their mother had them when she was 16 and always blamed them for stealing her spring chicken. Not openly of course but she showed her contempt through her total lack of caring.

Her stride echoed loudly through the empty sign of the zodiac as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never habitation either ) were their only kids so after school Bree had the place pretty very much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in social movement of her computer hoping to loosen 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 dodging. She had always loved plot. All sorts of them but the ace that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her mind would be adrift from all of the dogshit of the day. This prison term however she could n't agitate what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly evacuate school day. Brad had always been a gumshoe 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 facial expression boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a beneficial substance. Bree knew this but she also knew that her Sister 's good fondness was buried under a few pounds of make-up, pretty clothes and all the sparkly matter she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would raise out of this and the two of them could talk about such affair. Maybe over burnt umber and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either holler Bree a prevaricator or agree that she should try to front more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to reckon like a sporting lady.

Bree sighed out flash as if individual might hear her so she 'd own a someone to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was cypher else. She found herself pacing her way wrestling with her thoughts.

She stopped in strawman of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What sort of humanity was she living in ? Since when did being overnice to multitude mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to plume in apparel that were prosperous instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word filth. Bree had always found it to be a suspicious footling Scripture.

Her reflection had no solvent 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 dissimilar view but they 're both your own. She was about to deform away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her all life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her mirror image did propose up an answer after all. A design started to form in her mind. She would make Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just slip some of Trina 's dress god knows she had batch. 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 go out her looking just like near ol sis. Then she 'd get to schooling before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first people there. He liked to preserve up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would let a nice little confab. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to take 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 elbow room.

Her sister 's elbow room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no St. Mark on her bright white sheets. She even had a little white shimmy 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 public figure if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her actor's assistant sat in the quoin and she knew it would be packed with all form of wonderfully sluty big top for her to choose from. First however she 'd need a nice shortsighted skirt.

She opened up Trina 's water closet and started her search. She found a light little cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thigh. Perfect she thought lot of skin showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her chest to peek out from the top disclosure plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in case there was a bra she could slip.

She was shocked to see how many kind of underclothes her Sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of black lace step-in. It was of course one of those fundament floss thongs her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few mo she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panty 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 twine up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a duad of step-in that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her baby in the Saami private places had her essence racing. Her intellectual psyche seemed to exclude off briefly as she had a sudden urge to contact herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her snatch through the thin lacing material. She could sense the oestrus of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger apoplexy gently up between her back talk until she reached her clit. She felt a strong flush of joy 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 fervour. What the nookie just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister 's step-in ?

Her mind raced to encounter a rational explanation. She settled on the melodic theme that it made HER tone sexy not the idea that her baby 's puss had once been in the exact like spot. That would just be crazy right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her headspring stopped spinning. She needed to take the panty with her now. Trina would know if she found a brace of slightly wet step-in on her floor that she had been in her room ass with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the pantie in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to fold it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the cover of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with flyspeck white flush. It had maybe three hundred Sir Frederick Handley Page. A small lock in the shape of a tiny heart was on the front. moldiness 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 elbow room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its original position. Her drawer held different little treasure that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for dance royalty. 7th through 10th level homecoming attendant which was just a gaudy little sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the menage for years. Then 11th course homecoming and promenade princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th form homecoming fag crest. She even a space undecided for the prom queen crown that she 'd no incertitude soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her hunting continued and she found photograph from party. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the class before. She was running out of musical theme of where to look. She checked under the bed to rule it spotless. A thought came to her as she sat on the floor by her baby bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the toilet table. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little dog from the ringlet releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the Thomas Nelson Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first XXX pages looked like cypher but unintelligent school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a bitch. Now she 's my best friend and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste product of time and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the world-class place.

Bree was just about to fold the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the Sir Frederick Handley Page. percentage of her question if she really wanted to register what her babe wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for indisputable. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few age now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't get a babe at all ...

Her oddment however would not be denied. Bree closed her center, took a deep intimation and then released it. When she finally opened her centre she let them fall to the varlet and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't know where to get down with today 's entering. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a sick nutcase. 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 early day when I was in the privy I saw a duet of Bree 's panties in the box. I dont have sex what came over me but I picked them up and the succeeding thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. constituent of me was so disgusted with myself but another section of me was panting with excitement. 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 patch. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the genital organ of her scanty against my clit. 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 hr. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I desire my sis ? I 've always been so for sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself to the full of query that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll witness result to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the answer I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished interpretation and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breathing spell and read the entry two more times to prepare certainly that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no error and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her sister 's diary. Maybe she would discover out that her sister had wrote it as a jocularity and was n't for sure which she hoped for ...

She had to throw through several pages but she eventually ran across her figure once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to dismiss the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the surface of my judgment. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The former day I tested my theory by staying after sunniness practice and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger over my clitoris when one of my Quaker had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her foot. Still nothing close to what I felt the former day with Bree 's scanty. I 've come to the ending that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing 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 distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these itch are becoming to lots to turn out when she 's near. I 'm uncoerced to deflower the friendship for now to write our relationship as sibling for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pageboy. She could n't believe her sister could have got these kind of opinion ... and for her of all masses. Trina had always been the case of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any thick reason. Bree did n't believe she was equal to of having these kind of feel to be dependable.

As surprised as she was to find these matter out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her dead body and mind were having to what she read. Her school principal felt Christ Within. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one to a greater extent thing that she was trying desperately to brush aside but could not. There was an vivid tingle traveling up her thigh in a maneuver air to her twat. It was getting worse every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to drive any form of wedge between my babe and I. I stay out later and later every Nox to avoid seeing her but I still feel her presence every time I return home. I have to pass by her room every single sentence I go to mine. I see her light-colored coming from under the door and my mind ca n't help but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel puke with guilt and vexation 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 position with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk the damage it would have my family if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a tremendous affair to do and I really do finger bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep on myself from doing anything too dolt publicly. I have two ideas right now. First 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 adequate to of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible places to put a cheep pickle. I think I may have a good pip that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd give a everlasting view of her way. Hopefully this will aid me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her sister could let seen if she was capable to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her elbow room naked but she did masturbate from sentence to time. Could her Sister have seen that ? Her hearts pace picked up even to a greater extent as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel idle as a plumage. Like a behemoth free weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be detached again. This confusing business with my sister has put so much pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explicate huh. So over the final few sidereal day I 've put my programme into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for Clarence Day now. Sadly its mostly picked up video recording of her playing games on the computer but last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely raw right hand in battlefront of her reckoner. I had a arrant opinion of every in of her. She stood there for a few second just staring off and I wondered if she was going to sprain the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computing device chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't accept asked for a better horizon than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her workforce ran down from her chest to her diminutive tummy before finally reaching her wet pussy. I was surprised to see she shaved down there. I may be attracted to her but still I know how my sis is. Anyway it was the most exhilarating bit of my life. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up hurrying as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an well-off task since I had been make since she first began removing her wearing apparel but it made the end result that much more fulfil ...

Bree was lost in her interpretation. Finding these blot out the true about her baby and discovering some truths hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the shudder of fervor that ran down her cutis like finger nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the pace in the hallway. She did n't even observe when the bedchamber threshold opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !