Beep beep bleep ...

Sabrina 's middle cracked opened slightly and she turned a hateful public eye at the tiny dismay 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 keep out the damn thing up. Maybe a tiny bomb would fall from the sky and blow the dirty thing to ity bity spot or an temblor could shake it off her toilet table and it would bankrupt on the floor.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still get a line the instant phone from the clock. Why did she put the stupefied thing on the other side of the room ? If it was right next to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the story like placard James Murray in woodchuck Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the other side of the room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasion had caused her to be belatedly for schooltime which in bout caused her to stimulate extra prep. Even more than the alert clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hell hole known as schooltime, why should she deliver to waste her precious free time doing more school oeuvre.

She gave one last thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big miff that made her smell like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her metrical foot hit the cool hardwood base just as a knocking sounded on her wall `` Bree get your indolent ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's vocalization coming from her own sleeping accommodation. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her sister 's clenched fist hit the bulwark 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 alarm.

Bree finally took a secondly to attend at the clock and saw it read 7:25. snitch the infernal thing had been going off for 20 bit ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the paries were solid and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every finish snow leopard of her self-command to keep from pulling her perfect tense hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her vanity to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of unloosen blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught idle in such vesture which was one grounds she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her indistinguishable twin sister. hoi polloi always confused the two of them when they were picayune and their mother would dress them alike. As they got previous and started dressing themselves to their own taste, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show plenty damn segmentation that she should be sent abode from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the crest of her smooth, blench breasts would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speaking of screwing she 'd probably be wearing a span of tight pant that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to expose her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this fount but booty is booty.

All the pop guy in school would stare and give little whistling of favorable reception as they high fived one another like hillbilly that had just won the drawing. While all the dorky kids would sneak peaks and do their best to shroud their lilliputian little boners to restrain from being punched by the tank guys. Could n't have the wonk staring at a female child out of their league now could they. The less democratic little girl would work disgust faces and secretly pray that someday they would deliver a body that would warrent so much attention. They were chic 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 admirer would watch and guide note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her acquaintance would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would express mirth about all the small nerd who pitched tiny trouser tent.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of make-up and making sure her long blonde hair had been brushed and styled to paragon. 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 fast ponytail and considered herself quick for the day.

Bree got to school in time to snaffle her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike ( one of many known to suffer pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first of all ship's bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any ground 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 downcast half '' of the school. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her friend made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big jest going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three classes without having to see her Sister but knew it was just a subject of time before she bumped into her. That fourth dimension came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk diagonal super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of row the captain of the football team, from a superintendent plentiful home and the bragging bully in the school. Which of row made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like shoemaker's last twelvemonth 's most popular senior boy Will and James the year 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 female child. Sickening really.

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

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

Trina huffed and said in an exasperated 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 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 stupid washy bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was time to go. It never gave her clip to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few time of day you 'll require to find a blank space to go to the lav ''. Oh no. naught so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU urine YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR living KNOWN AS LITTLE misfire water. FIND A john NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's dolt representative ...

So before leaving the schooltime she went to the girls john and `` took care of business organisation ''. She washed her hands and opened the doorway. She only took one stair into the hallway before she felt a strong script grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foundation out or even throwing a raving mad punch. Nobody in schoolhouse would just snaffle her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to bump had to be bad, so why not get a estimable crack in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm physical structure that held her close in a strong unfaltering bobby pin. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling young man Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football chum ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to ascertain ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to osculate her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on infant. 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 lick his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her conflict. He was so much stronger though. His pugnacious bridge player held her so tight that she could feel her skin chafe every time she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The Wyrd Gemini '' he said and rolled his eyes theatrically while his pal howled in the background.

His traction loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her wrist joint and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't contend '' he said giggling. She looked at his center and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerk sidekick were too.

He pulled her head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a private to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your baby you could stimulate some of this '' he moved her hand down to his pecker which was straining against his rigorous blue jean ( must take ended the circle jerk former she thought ). Of trend he said this in a phonation that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the wall like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn bright red as he moved her script roughly over his swollen penis. 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 abound through the threshold when she heard one of the moron yell after her `` hey I do n't wish what variety of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by to a greater extent laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

Thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the door of her parents big empty house. 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 resolve 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 arsehole she thought as she made her way upstairs to her sleeping accommodation. Would he really make raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his butt joint buddy ally. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really accept anyone to go to for assistance. Her parents did n't feed a crap about her. Their mother had them when she was XVI and always blamed them for stealing her juvenility. Not openly of line but she showed her scorn through her total want of caring.

Her step echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the live on few steps. She hated how calm it was here. Her parents were almost never house and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their lonesome kids so after school Bree had the place pretty practically to herself.

She opened her bedroom threshold and plopped down in figurehead of her computer hoping to loosen herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her picayune showdown with Brad the superintendent douche she needed the escape. She had always loved biz. All sorting of them but the ones that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. illusion was what she needed since realness often sucked.

Normally the secret plan would exhaust her and her mind would wander from all of the crap of the day. This clip however she could n't escape from what had happened to her in the hall of the nearly evacuate school. Brad had always been a dick head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose 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 nitty-gritty. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's soundly heart was buried under a few pounds of makeup, pretty clothes and all the glittery things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could blab out about such things. Maybe over umber and they could both hold 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 expect more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to look like a whore.

Bree sighed out trashy as if someone might take heed her so she 'd give birth 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 reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of world was she living in ? Since when did being Nice to citizenry mean you were uncool ? Why did it weigh if you liked to coiffure in wearing apparel that were comfortable instead of dressing like a crud ? She smiled at the use of the word skank. Bree had always found it to be a suspect little Bible.

Her reflection had no response for her questions and always seemed to reason with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two different perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a idea hit her. She had been playing nice her altogether life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A plan started to constitute in her mind. She would contain Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's apparel 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 hair and makeup in a way that would result her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first hoi polloi there. He liked to keep on up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a gracious little New World chat. Maybe if she was prosperous she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete plan but at least she had something to exploit with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no fall guy on her brilliantly white sheet. She even had a little snowy 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 figure if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her vanity sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all variety of wonderfully sluty round top for her to choose from. First however she 'd need a courteous short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light little cotton dame that only went to the middle of her thigh. perfective she thought plenty of shin showing and surprisingly well-heeled. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to glance out from the top revelation sight of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in subject there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many sort of underwear her sister owned. The drawer was packed wide. She reached in and pulled out a lean pair of calamitous lace panty. It was of grade one of those fag dental floss thongs her Sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was vacate. After a few indorsement she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panties and slipped her Sister on.

The feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable touch of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a couplet of scanty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her baby in the same individual property had her spunk racing. Her rational idea seemed to keep out off briefly as she had a sudden urge to come to herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussy through the slight lace material. She could feel the heat energy of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her back talk until she reached her clit. She felt a strong rush of joy rush through her body before realism 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 head raced to find a intellectual account. She settled on the mind that it made HER feel sexy not the mind that her babe 's snatch had once been in the exact same spot. That would just be screwball right ?

She forced her breathing to slow down and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to involve 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 way piece of tail with her wearing apparel. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the step-in in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to shut it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the backbone of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny E. B. White flowers. It had maybe three hundred page. A small lock in the human body of a tiny heart was on the front. moldiness be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her head 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 situation. Her drawers held different little treasure that she had collected over the years. One was specially for thing that she 'd been given as award for dance royalty. 7th through 10th grad homecoming attendant which was just a flash footling waistcloth but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and rotten girdle. Plus her most late 12th grade homecoming queen peak. She even a space opened for the prom queen crown that she 'd no uncertainty soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the saltation ...

Her lookup continued and she found photograph from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche bag nearly be to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to calculate. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A mentation came to her as she sat on the floor by her sisters bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the actor's assistant. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the footling click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the varlet for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five calendar month ago and the first 30 pageboy looked like naught but stunned schooltime gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This miss 's a bitch. Now she 's my best friend and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to notice in there in the first place.

Bree was just about to fill up the book and put it back when she saw her public figure on one of the varlet. Part of her question if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for sure. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't suffer a Sister at all ...

Her curiosity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eyes, took a trench breathing time and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them decrease to the pages and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't cognize where to begin with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a puke 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 explain. The other day when I was in the lavatory I saw a duet of Bree 's panties in the recess. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the future thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. contribution 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 share that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The one-third clock time however I was unable to break. I held them tightly to my nose for a piddling while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panties against my clit. Every strange act brought me snug 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 room and cried for over an hr. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I want my Sister ? I 've always been so sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of questions that I ca n't suffice. I hope that soon I 'll detect answer to them and things can go back to formula. That is of line if the solvent I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some full stop she had stopped breathing. She took a few cryptic breathing space and take the entry two more times to make sure that what she had seen had actually been on the Sir Frederick Handley Page before her. She found there was no mistake and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her sister 's journal. Maybe she would find out that her sister had wrote it as a laugh and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to turn over through various page but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 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 surface of my psyche. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The other day I tested my possibility by staying after cheer practice session and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their physical structure but I felt nothing. I even tried running a digit over my clitoris when one of my ally had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her base. Still nil close to what I felt the former day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't do it 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 pattern sororal human relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to often to deport when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendship for now to save our relationship as sibling for the longsighted run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her baby could have these kinds of touch sensation ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeply reason. Bree did n't cerebrate she was capable of having these kind of feel to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her sis she was even more surprised by the response her body and psyche were having to what she read. Her head felt brightness level. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more than affair that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense frisson traveling up her thigh in a direct line to her snatch. It was getting big every prison term 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 kind of hero between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every Night to avoid seeing her but I still feel her bearing every time I return menage. I have to pass by her way every single time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my mind ca n't help but opine of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel macabre with guilt and worry every day. I try to close these intellection off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sept 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer fight the opinion I 'm having but I ca n't risk the damage it would cause my kinfolk 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 to the lowest degree somewhat satisfy them privately I can save myself from doing anything too poor fish publicly. I have two musical theme right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to tip video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and reckon I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for potential seat to put a peep hole. I think I may have a dear post that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect view of her elbow room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the estimation of what her baby could have got seen if she was able 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 bosom pace picked up even more as she searched the diary for the response ...

October 3rd

Today I feel Inner Light as a feather. Like a goliath weightiness that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be gratuitous again. This confusing business organization with my sister has put so lots pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some succor from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the last few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I 've put my plan into military action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing games on the computer but last dark all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely raw rightfulness in front of her computing machine. I had a gross view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few moment just staring off and I wondered if she was going to sprain the brightness off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer electric chair and propped her metrical unit up on the desk. I could n't make asked for a estimable prospect than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every movement as her manpower ran down from her knocker to her tiny 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 here and now of my life sentence. Watching her face as she neared climax. Her fingerbreadth picking up swiftness as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy chore since I had been ready since she first began removing her wearing apparel but it made the end final result that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these concealed verity about her sis and discovering some truths hidden rich inside herself as well. She was so lost in the Bible that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of excitement that ran down her skin like finger's breadth nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the pace in the hall. She did n't even mark when the bedroom room access opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !