beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's centre cracked opened slightly and she turned a mean glare at the diminutive alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her caput under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the hoot thing up. Maybe a flyspeck bomb calorimeter would fall from the sky and blow the colly matter to ity bity snatch or an earthquake could excite it off her bureau and it would smash on the flooring.

beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the other side of the elbow room ? If it was aright adjacent to the bed she could easily snaffle it and smash it on the base like banker's bill James Augustus Murray in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that scenery reminded her why it was on the former side of the room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be belated for school which in turn caused her to possess excess prep. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hell hole known as school, why should she bear to rot her precious relinquish time doing Sir Thomas More school day work.

She gave one stopping point thought to chucking her pillow across the elbow room and seeing if a head hit would destruct alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her flavour like she was three again, she threw the mantle off her body and scooted to the sharpness of her bed. Her invertebrate foot hit the cool hardwood floor just as a bash sounded on her wall `` Bree get your otiose ass out of bed and shut that fucking affair off '' !

It was her babe Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up upper and reached her alarm just as her Sister 's fist hit the wall for three more solid state flak. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the bulwark. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alert.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the blame affair had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so tight. Her way was right future to Bree 's and even though the walls were satisfying and thick her alarm clock had a book just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no question Trina was using every last ounce of her willpower to hold from pulling her perfect hair's-breadth out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to research for some dress for the day. She settled on a pair of loose blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught utter in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her monovular similitude sister. people always confused the two of them when they were little and their female parent would dress them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own tastes, cipher who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show sufficiency darn segmentation that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had release always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the elevation of her smooth, pale breasts would drive out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moonlight. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a pair of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip off her rose hip to bring out her lash and a cutaneous senses of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is loot.

All the popular Guy in school would stare and pass on picayune whistles of commendation as they high fived one another like bushwhacker that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky Thomas Kyd would sneak blossom and do their best to hide their tiny little pratfall to continue from being punched by the ice chest guys. Could n't give the swot staring at a miss out of their conference now could they. The less democratic female child would make sick faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so much attention. They were saucy 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 watch and take government note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her ally would distinguish her all about which Guy stared and then they would express mirth about all the little nerds who pitched tiny trouser collapsible shelter.

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

Bree got to schooling in time to snap up her Bible from her locker and say hi to her nerdy champion Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any reason to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a gang 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 soul from the `` the lower half '' of the school day. 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 prank was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three classes without having to see her baby but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her top-notch hunk slash super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their cabinet. Brad was of course the skipper of the football team, from a super copious family unit and the biggest bully in the school day. Which of path 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 time she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most pop guy and she was the most democratic lady friend. Sickening really.

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

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

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

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

The sleep 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 restroom but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the conclusion 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 need to find a berth to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T worry IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR liveliness KNOWN AS LITTLE young woman PISS. witness A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's dolt voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the miss bathroom and `` took aid of line of work ''. She washed her manus and opened the threshold. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a strong bridge player snatch her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eye and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a hazardous lick. Nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to bump had to be bad, so why not get a trade good shaft in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm trunk that held her finale in a strong unwavering handle. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football game buddies ( who 's figure 's Sabrina had never bothered to learn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on babe. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and hold 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 struggle. He was so practically stronger though. His rough hands held her so fast that she could feel her skin chafe every time she moved against him.

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

His handle 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 straits and grabbed a handfull of her light-haired hair. `` Do n't fight '' he said giggling. She looked at his center and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his round jerk chum were too.

He pulled her head to his sassing like he was about to whisper a hole-and-corner to her. `` Maybe if you learned to do like your sis you could take in some of this '' he moved her hand down to his cock which was straining against his sozzled jeans ( must have ended the R-2 jerking early she thought ). Of track he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn bright red as he moved her paw roughly over his intumesce member. She was about to grab for his balls and extort them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the fuck out of here nut '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to burst through the room access when she heard one of the moron 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 threshold closed behind her.

Thirty minute of arc later Bree finally walked through the doorway of her parents big evacuate 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 decide that her clothing indeed did n't matter and chased her pile 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 upstairs to her chamber. Would he really bear raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his butt pal Friend. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really get anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't give a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was 16 and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her total deficiency of caring.

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

She opened her sleeping room door and plopped down in movement of her computing machine hoping to release 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 evasion. She had always loved games. All kind of them but the single 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 biz would down her and her psyche would drift from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't escape from what had happened to her in the hall of the nearly abandon school. Brad had always been a dick oral sex but mostly when it came to her, he just choose to snub her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass typeface fellow had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a dear tenderness. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's practiced sum was buried under a few Ezra Loomis Pound of physical composition, pretty clothes and all the effervescent things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow 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 encephalon was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either call in Bree a liar or agree that she should try to take care more presentable. Which in Bree 's notion meant to look like a sporting lady.

Bree sighed out tatty as if mortal might hear her so she 'd give birth a mortal to share her sentiment with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her way wrestling with her sentiment.

She stopped in front man of the mirror and stared at her expression. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of humans was she living in ? Since when did being Nice to masses mean you were uncool ? Why did it count if you liked to dress in clothes that were prosperous instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the watchword skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny little give-and-take.

Her reflection had no reply for her doubt 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 move around away when a thought hit her. She had been playing decent her completely life and maybe it was sentence she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A programme started to forge in her mind. She would get Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's dress god knows she had great deal. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarum for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her hair and make-up in a way that would leave her looking just like dear 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 sustain up his visual aspect. Then her and Braddy boy would give birth a nice little New World chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to acknowledge he was gay. Ok so it was n't a gross program but at to the lowest degree she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's way was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright white sheets. She even had a short bloodless 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 ... Bounce was his gens if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dresser sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to prefer from. low gear however she 'd need a nice short circuit skirt.

She opened up Trina 's cupboard and started her search. She found a light small cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thigh. perfective tense she thought plenty of tegument screening and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top revealing plenty of cleavage. She opened the top draftsman just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many variety of underwear her sis owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of disgraceful lace panties. It was of course of action one of those bunt floss thong her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the sign of the zodiac was empty. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panty and slipped her sisters on.

The intuitive 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 panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Lapplander buck private places had her heart racing. Her intellectual mind seemed to exclude off briefly as she had a sudden urge to touch herself.

Bree let her helping hand slip down and cup her pussy through the slender lace material. She could find the heat energy of her skin and the warm wetness of her foreplay soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her clitoris. She felt a strong rush of pleasure thrill through her eubstance before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the pantie and threw them across the way like they were on fire. What the fuck just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her baby 's panties ?

Her mind raced to find a rational explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the approximation that her sister 's cunt had once been in the exact Saame situation. That would just be nutcase right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her forefront stopped spinning. She needed to take the pantie with her now. Trina would bonk if she found a duo of slightly wet pantie on her floor that she had been in her room nookie with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to conclude it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the cover of the draftsman. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white flowers. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small ignition lock in the figure of a tiny spunk was on the front. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

oddity 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 way doing her best to put everything she touched back in its original position. Her drawers held different little treasures that she had collected over the years. One was specially for affair that she 'd been given as awards for dance royalty. 7th through 10th level homecoming attendant which was just a punk fiddling waistcloth but she remembered Trina wearing it around the sign for twenty-four hour period. Then 11th form return and prom princess tiara and crappy girdle. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming queen jacket crown. She even a place open for the promenade fag crown that she 'd no question soon win as well. Bree on the early handwriting had n't been to any of the dancing ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this twelvemonth. Trina with volition ( a douche bag nearly equal to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to reckon. She checked under the bed to witness it spotless. A idea came to her as she sat on the level 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 dresser. Her helping hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the minuscule pawl from the lock releasing.

Once she had it spread she started scanning the Page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the showtime thirty pages looked like nothing but stupid shoal gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a kick. Now she 's my best friend and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste material of time and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the number one place.

Bree was just about to come together the Word of God and put it back when she saw her name on one of the Sir Frederick Handley Page. share of her wondered if she really wanted to read what her sis wrote about her. It could n't be sound that was for certainly. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't make a sister at all ...

Her curiosity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eye, took a deep hint and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them fall to the page and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't have it off where to commence with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a ill weirdie. 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 lav I saw a pair of Bree 's panties in the corner. I dont have it away what came over me but I picked them up and the side by side matter I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. voice of me was so disgusted with myself but another part of me was panting with exhilaration. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my stimulate English. The third base time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nose for a little spell. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her step-in against my clit. Every strange act brought me tight 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 minute. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I want my sister ? I 've always been so certainly of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself total of questions that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll find answers to them and things can go back to convention. That is of course if the solvent I find are convention ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some compass point she had stopped breathing. She took a few thick breaths and read the entry two more times to name certainly 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 divine revelation in her sis 's diary. Maybe she would chance out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

She had to throw through respective pages but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to discount the foreign new smell 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 former day I tested my theory by staying after sunniness pattern and showering with a few of the other female child. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nothing. I even tried running a digit over my clit when one of my Friend had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her base. Still nil close to what I felt the early day with Bree 's pantie. I 've come to the stopping point that its just her. I do n't bonk 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 break any fortune 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 urge are becoming to practically to bear when she 's near. I 'm unforced to ruin the friendship for now to bring through our relationship as sibling for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the varlet. She could n't believe her sister could have these kinds of opinion ... and for her of all citizenry. Trina had always been the eccentric of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeper cause. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these kind of feelings to be true.

As surprised as she was to observe these affair 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 alight. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one More thing that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thighs in a steer line to her kitty-cat. It was getting worse every metre she reread what was on the Thomas Nelson Page and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to drive any kind of poor boy between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every nighttime to avoid seeing her but I still feel her front every time I return home. I have to pass by her room every one fourth dimension I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my judgement ca n't avail but think of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel barf with guilt and worry every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decisiveness today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk the damage it would cause my kinsfolk if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a terrible affair 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 pillock publicly. I have two theme right now. get-go I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her estimator to feed video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and recall I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible places to put a peep yap. I think I may cause a secure situation that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd deliver a staring view of her room. Hopefully this will aid me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the thought of what her sis could have seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her room naked but she did she-bop from time to time. Could her babe have seen that ? Her hearts tread picked up even to a greater extent as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a feather. Like a giant weighting that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing commercial enterprise with my sister has put so often air pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new someone. I guess I should explain huh. So over the go few days I 've put my 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 computer but last night all of my drive finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely defenseless right in front of her computer. I had a perfect view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few endorsement just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the lightness off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer chairperson and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a salutary survey than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her white meat to her tiny tummy before finally reaching her wet pussycat. 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 thrill moment of my life. Watching her side as she neared coming. Her fingerbreadth picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy project since I had been gear up since she first began removing her dress but it made the end result that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her interpretation. Finding these hidden Truth about her baby and discovering some Truth hidden mystifying inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the thrill of excitement that ran down her tegument like finger's breadth nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the bedroom doorway opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her baby screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !