beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the bantam consternation clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her heading under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would close the darn thing up. Maybe a tiny turkey would fall from the sky and blow the pestiferous thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would demolish on the floor.

beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still discover the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the other incline of the room ? If it was justly next to the bed she could easily snaffle it and smash it on the trading floor like banker's bill Murray in Groundhog Day. mentation of that scene reminded her why it was on the other incline of the room ... because she had smashed her net two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for shoal which in act caused her to have superfluous preparation. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated preparation. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that nether region hole known as shoal, why should she have to neutralize her wanted give up time doing more shoal work.

She gave one last thought to chucking her pillow across the way and seeing if a target hit would destroy warning signal clock 3.0. Giving a big seeing red that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blanket off her body and scooted to the sharpness of her bed. Her feet hit the cool off hardwood story just as a knock sounded on her wall `` Bree get your work-shy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her babe Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her babe 's clenched fist hit the rampart for three more solidness good time. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the rampart. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the auditory sensation of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a secondly to depend at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the goddamned thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her way was proper next to Bree 's and even though the bulwark were solid and thick her dismay clock had a volume just below `` allow your auricle bleeding ''. She had no dubiousness Trina was using every lastly apothecaries' ounce of her will power to keep from pulling her complete hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a yoke of loose blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such article of clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her superposable twin sis. the great unwashed always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would cut back them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own tastes, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would render enough red cent cleavage that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at to the lowest degree two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale breasts would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a one-half moon. Oh and speaking of screwing she 'd probably be wearing a pair of squiffy pant that almost always seemed to slip off her hip to unwrap her thong and a trace of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is booty.

All the popular guys in school would stare and give little whistles of favourable reception as they high fived one another same bushwhacker that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kidskin would sneak tiptop and do their easily to hide their tiny little boners to keep open from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't have the nerds staring at a daughter out of their league now could they. The less democratic girls would make disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so much aid. They were smart enough however to acknowledge 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 supporter would watch and take note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which bozo stared and then they would express joy about all the little grind who pitched tiny trouser tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of makeup and making sure her yearn 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 quick for the day.

Bree got to schooling in time to snap up her books from her storage locker and say hi to her nerdy admirer mike ( one of many known to take in pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't give birth any grounds to get to schooling early. She had a few protagonist but there was never a bunch hanging around her storage 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 glower half '' of the school. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her supporter made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big joke going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her offset three grade without having to see her sister but knew it was just a topic of meter before she bumped into her. That clip came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash top-notch dickhead young man Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of track the senior pilot of the football team, from a super full-bodied category and the biggest bully in the school day. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last yr 's most pop older 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 popular guy and she was the most popular girlfriend. Sickening really.

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

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

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

'' Fine '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her less pop Gemini.

The quietus 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 world restroom but she also had a stupid person frail bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was clock time to go. It never gave her prison term to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hr you 'll need to find a plaza 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 sleep OF YOUR life KNOWN AS LITTLE missy water. FIND A lavatory NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's dazed representative ...

So before leaving the school she went to the girlfriend bathroom and `` took attention of business sector ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one step into the hall before she felt a strong hand snatch her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her metrical foot out or even throwing a wild poke. nobody in shoal would just snap up her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to materialise had to be bad, so why not get a good stroke in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her stopping point in a strong unwavering grip. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddy ( who 's gens 's Sabrina had never bothered to discover ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to buss her boldness but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and have a fiddling quicky ''. He winked at her and his spit peeked out to solve his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much solid though. His rough helping hand held her so closely that she could sense her skin annoyance every clip she moved against him.

'' Oh yeah ... I forgot. The weird Twin Falls '' he said and rolled his center 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 joint and pulled her back to him. He moved one hired man behind her head teacher and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hairsbreadth. `` 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 set jerk crony were too.

He pulled her mind to his mouth like he was about to whisper a cloak-and-dagger to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could have some of this '' he moved her bridge player down to his cock which was straining against his tight jeans ( must have ended the band jerking too soon she thought ). Of form he said this in a voice that was far from a whispering and his friends lost it. Pounding on the paries like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her cheek twist brilliant red as he moved her script roughly over his swollen penis. She was about to snaffle for his formal and tweet 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 break through the doors when she heard one of the morons yell after her `` hey I do n't care what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

30 minutes later Bree finally walked through the doorway of her parents big empty house. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running menage. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddy would decide that her clothing indeed did n't matter and chased her pile on her way family. dress would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an bunghole she thought as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really take raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in presence of his rear end pal champion. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really give birth anyone to go to for helper. Her parents did n't give a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course of study but she showed her despite through her total lack of caring.

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

She opened her sleeping accommodation doorway and plopped down in front of her electronic computer hoping to loose herself in a illusion online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the flight. She had always loved games. All sorting of them but the ones that really drew her were the ace that allowed her to be something else. illusion was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the plot would consume her and her mind would ramble from all of the Irish bull of the day. This time however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly vacate school. Brad had always been a dick promontory but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should enjoin Trina about what her ass face boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sis 's good heart was buried under a few lbf. of makeup, reasonably apparel and all the aglitter thing she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would get out of this and the two of them could talk about such matter. Maybe over coffee and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his mental capacity 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 look like a tart.

Bree sighed out gaudy as if mortal might hear her so she 'd receive a mortal to portion her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her view.

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her manifestation. She started up a genial conversation with her it. What variety of world was she living in ? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to curry in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word filth. Bree had always found it to be a funny small countersign.

Her reflection had no answers for her questions 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 perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a opinion hit her. She had been playing Nice her whole life and maybe it was sentence she started to get even.

Her observation did extend up an answer after all. A plan started to organize in her judgment. She would take aim Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had mountain. Then tomorrow she 'd set her consternation for 6:10 so she could get up before her babe and do her hair and makeup in a way that would leave 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 people there. He liked to observe up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a prissy picayune Old World chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to let in he was gay. Ok so it was n't a fill out 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 way was spick. Everything was put in a proper space and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no target on her bright white sheet. She even had a little white teddy 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 ... bounciness was his public figure if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her actor's assistant sat in the recess and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to prefer from. commencement however she 'd require a Nice short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light little cotton wench that only went to the middle of her thighs. Perfect she thought mickle of skin showing and surprisingly comfy. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to glance out from the top disclosure mess of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underclothing her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of contraband lace panties. It was of course one of those butt floss G-string her babe loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few s she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panties and slipped her babe on.

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

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussy through the thin lace material. She could feel the heat of her cutis and the affectionate wetness of her arousal soaking into the lacing. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her sassing until she reached her button. She felt a stiff charge of pleasure rush through her body before realism came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the scanty and threw them across the room like they were on fire. What the roll in the hay just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her babe 's panties ?

Her judgement raced to find a rational account. She settled on the theme that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her sister 's pussy had once been in the exact same smirch. That would just be crazy rightfulness ?

She forced her breathing to slack and eventually her nous stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would experience if she found a pair of slightly wet step-in on her flooring that she had been in her room fucking with her dress. She put her jean back on and stuffed the pantie in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dressing table to close 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 tiny blanched peak. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small lock in the shape of a tiny heart was on the front. Must be Trina 's journal 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 dependable to put everything she touched back in its original position. Her drawers held different footling treasures that she had collected over the years. One was specially for matter that she 'd been given as awards for dance royalty. 7th through 10th score homecoming attendant which was just a sleazy little sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy girdle. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming queen crownwork. She even a quad outdoors for the prom queen treetop that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other hired man had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found depiction from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly touch to Brad ) from the class before. She was running out of ideas of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought came to her as she sat on the floor by her babe 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 trivial dog from the curl releasing.

Once she had it open air she started scanning the Thomas Nelson Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the kickoff thirty pages looked like zippo but stupid school rumormonger. `` 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 time and was wondering what she had expected to observe in there in the offset place.

Bree was just about to close the volume and put it back when she saw her epithet on one of the pages. region of her marvel if she really wanted to take what her sis wrote about her. It could n't be adept that was for surely. Their human relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a babe at all ...

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

August 3rd

I do n't recognize where to begin with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a demented weirdo. 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 bathroom I saw a twain of Bree 's panties in the recess. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the next affair I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. Part 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 activated side. The thirdly time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my olfactory organ for a minuscule while. Her olfactory property intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the fork of her pantie against my clit. Every strange act brought me closer 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 require my sister ? I 've always been so sure as shooting of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself wax of inquiry that I ca n't do. I hope that soon I 'll find answers to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the solution I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some head she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and read the first appearance two Thomas More metre to realise sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no mistake and wondered if there would be anymore revelation in her sis 's journal. Maybe she would find out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

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

August 12th

I 've tried for over a workweek now to cut the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the surface of my idea. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The other day I tested my theory by staying after sunshine practice and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their eubstance 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 fundament. Still zip close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the closing that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever bump between us. If my smell ever became known it would ruin any hazard of us having a formula sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these urge are becoming to much to give birth when she 's near. I 'm leave to ruin the friendship for now to deliver our relationship as sibling for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her sister could accept these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all multitude. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deep reason. Bree did n't opine she was capable of having these kind of impression to be true.

As surprised as she was to get these things out about her Sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her eubstance and idea were having to what she read. Her head felt light-colored. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one Thomas More thing that she was trying desperately to discount but could not. There was an intense frisson traveling up her second joint in a manoeuver line to her pussy. It was getting worse every clip she reread what was on the page and it had her crossing her stage tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can reckon of to drive any kind of wedge between my sis and I. I stay out later and later every night to forefend seeing her but I still sense her front every time I return home. I have to pass by her elbow room every single time I go to mine. I see her loose coming from under the door and my intellect 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 upchuck with guilt feelings and trouble every day. I try to shut these opinion off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer fight the intuitive feeling I 'm having but I ca n't risk the equipment casualty 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 dreaded thing to do and I really do find bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two mind right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to fee video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and call up I 'm entirely open of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her way for potential places to put a peep mess. I think I may have a just spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd take a consummate view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her sister could have seen if she was able-bodied to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her room naked but she did wank from time to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her heart tread picked up even More as she searched the diary for the answer ...

Oct 3rd

Today I feel lightness as a feather. Like a giant star weighting that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business with my babe has put so much pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some easing from it I feel like a new someone. I guess I should explain huh. So over the last few days I 've put my architectural plan into 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 computing machine but last night all of my exertion finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right field in battlefront of her computer. I had a hone view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to move around the illume off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her reckoner death chair and propped her metrical unit up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a better position than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her tit 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 moment of my life. Watching her face as she neared sexual climax. Her digit picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy undertaking since I had been fix since she first began removing her apparel but it made the end issue that much more fulfill ...

Bree was lost in her Reading. Finding these secret truths about her sister and discovering some truths hidden cryptical inside herself as well. She was so lost in the watchword that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the shiver of excitation that ran down her cutis like digit nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't get wind the footstep in the hallway. She did n't even acknowledge when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her babe screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !