Beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's optic cracked undefended slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the midget alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the tinker's dam thing up. Maybe a tiny dud would fall from the sky and blow the bemire thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could excite it off her actor's assistant and it would smash on the trading floor.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still discover the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stunned thing on the other side of the room ? If it was right next to the bed she could easily grab it and blast it on the story like bill Murray in Groundhog Day. thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the former slope of the room ... because she had smashed her hold out two in exactly that way. Those two affair had caused her to be late for school which in turn caused her to have extra preparation. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight 60 minutes of her day at that hell hole known as school, why should she have to emaciate her precious detached prison term doing more school oeuvre.

She gave one end thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would demolish alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her spirit like she was three again, she threw the mantle off her body and scooted to the sharpness of her bed. Her animal 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 thing off '' !

It was her Sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up upper and reached her alarm system just as her babe 's clenched fist hit the bulwark for three more self-colored blast. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the sound of her cheering as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second to bet at the clock and saw it read 7:25. crap the damn affair had been going off for 20 minutes ... no admiration Trina was so pissed. Her room was aright next to Bree 's and even though the bulwark were solid and duncical her alarm clock had a volume just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no question Trina was using every last Panthera uncia of her self-possession to prevent from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to look for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose blasphemous blue jean and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her Sister but she was her identical twin sis. People always confused the two of them when they were petty and their female parent would decorate them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own perceptiveness, 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 nursing home from school. Any shirt she owned that had clitoris always seemed to be missing at least 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 half lunar month. Oh and speaking of fucking she 'd probably be wearing a duo of smashed drawers that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to reveal her G-string and a pinch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this shell but loot is booty.

All the popular Guy in school would gaze and give trivial tin whistle of favorable reception as they high fived one another like bushwhacker that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky Thomas Kid would sneak peaks and do their adept to veil their tiny small boners to retain from being punched by the cooler cat. Could n't have got the grind staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The to a lesser extent democratic young lady would get to repel faces and secretly pray that someday they would let a body that would warrent so a lot attention. 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 ally would watch and direct banknote of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would laugh about all the piddling 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 surely her hanker blonde hair had been brushed and styled to idol. 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 ready for the day.

Bree got to schoolhouse in time to grab her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend mike ( one of many known to have pitched a collapsible shelter for Trina ) before the first off bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any grounds 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 humbled one-half '' of the school. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her booster made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big put-on going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three family without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd menstruation.

She was curled up in the lap of her topnotch lump slash super son of a bitch boyfriend Brad next to their storage locker. Brad was of course the captain of the football squad, from a super rich family unit and the biggest bully in the school. Which of path made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last year 's most popular elderly boy will and James the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be honest any sentence 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 young lady. Sickening really.

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

'' What makes you think she 'll even be abode or if she was that she 'd give two horseshit 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 lupus erythematosus 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 public convenience but she also had a stupid frail bladder that told her only at the finale minute that it was time to go. It never gave her metre to design. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll require to find a place to go to the lavatory ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE respite OF YOUR life story KNOWN AS LITTLE misfire urine. FIND A privy NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupid voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the missy bath and `` took charge of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the room access. She only took one footstep into the hallway before she felt a strong hired hand grab her behind her waistline. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a wild lick. Nobody in schoolhouse would just seize her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a in effect shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm body that held her stopping point in a strong steady clench. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling swain Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddies ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to check ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to snog her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on sister. What 'd ya say we go back in the can and give birth a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his spit peeked out to lick his low-down lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much potent though. His jumpy script held her so squiffy that she could feel her tegument chafe every meter she moved against him.

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

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a stone's throw he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her head word and grabbed a handfull of her blonde haircloth. `` 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 jerk buddies were too.

He pulled her head to his oral fissure like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to do like your babe you could get some of this '' he moved her hand down to his peter which was straining against his tight jeans ( must have ended the rophy jerk former she thought ). Of grade he said this in a voice that was far from a rustling and his protagonist lost it. Pounding on the rampart like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her cheek turn lustrous red as he moved her hand roughly over his tumefy penis. She was about to seize for his lump 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 break through the threshold 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 Sir Thomas More laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

30 transactions later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big hollow sign of the zodiac. She was slightly out of breathing spell due to her alternating between walking and running household. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her wearable indeed did n't matter and chased her John L. H. Down on her way nursing home. Clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an whoreson she thought as she made her way upstair to her bedroom. Would he really get raped her or was this just some way to rise how macho he was in strawman of his fundament buddy ally. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for avail. Her parents did n't fall in a diddlysquat about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her early days. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her total lack of caring.

Her step echoed loudly through the void theater 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 domicile either ) were their only when kids so after school Bree had the place pretty often to herself.

She opened her sleeping room threshold and plopped down in front man of her calculator hoping to loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have got done this anyway but after her little skirmish with Brad the super douche bag she needed the escape. She had always loved game. All variety of them but the ones that really drew her were the unity that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since realism often sucked.

Normally the plot would consume her and her judgement would drift from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a prick head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should distinguish Trina about what her ass face fellow had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a dependable heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good heart was buried under a few pounds of makeup, reasonably wearing apparel and all the sparkly affair she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would rise out of this and the two of them could talk about such affair. Maybe over coffee and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either call Bree a liar or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's sentiment meant to await like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if mortal might hear her so she 'd have a person to percentage her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room rassling with her view.

She stopped in social movement of the mirror and stared at her observation. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind 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 dress in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the Book skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny picayune word.

Her reflection had no reply for her interrogation and always seemed to argue with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two unlike perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her entirely life and maybe it was prison term she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A plan started to form in her mind. She would charter Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had quite a little. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her Sister and do her hairsbreadth and make-up in a way that would pull up stakes her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to schoolhouse before her since she knew Brad was always one of the start masses there. He liked to keep up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would birth a Nice short schmooze. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to allow he was gay. Ok so it was n't a over plan but at to the lowest degree she had something to ferment with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's way.

Her Sister 's way was spic-and-span. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no stigma on her bright white weather sheet. She even had a fiddling white teddy bear bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her sis. She had gotten him when she was seven ... Bounce was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dresser sat in the recess and she knew it would be packed with all form of wonderfully sluty cover for her to prefer from. First however she 'd call for a Nice short doll.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a lite little cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thighs. perfect tense she thought plenteousness of peel display and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her boob to peek out from the top disclosure sight of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in slip there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many variety of underwear 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 class one of those butt floss G-string her sister loved so a great deal. Bree looked around even though she knew the star sign was empty. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panty and slipped her sister on.

The feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable impression 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 sis in the same secret property had her heart racing. Her intellectual intellect seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to touch herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussycat through the slenderize lace material. She could palpate the heat of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lacing. She let her middle digit slash gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a strong rush of pleasure rush through her torso before world came crashing down on her.

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

Her nous raced to find a intellectual explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feeling sexy not the idea that her sister 's pussy had once been in the accurate same spot. That would just be crazy rightfulness ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her question stopped spinning. She needed to take the panty with her now. Trina would get laid if she found a yoke of slightly wet panties on her story that she had been in her room fucking with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her scoop.

Bree went back to the dresser to close it when she saw the niche of a book poking up from the book binding of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white flowers. It had maybe three hundred pageboy. A small lock chamber in the shape of a bantam heart was on the nominal head. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

oddment 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 room doing her in force to put everything she touched back in its master spatial relation. Her drawers held different little hoarded wealth that she had collected over the years. One was specially for matter that she 'd been given as accolade for dance royal family. 7th through 10th class homecoming attendant which was just a garish little sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the sign of the zodiac for days. Then 11th grade return and prom princess tiara and stinky waistcloth. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming queen crown. She even a space open for the prom queen summit that she 'd no incertitude soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the saltation ...

Her lookup continued and she found movie from political party. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with testament ( a douche nearly touch to Brad ) from the yr before. She was running out of idea of where to face. She checked under the bed to get hold it spotless. A thought 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 dresser. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little mouse click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it candid she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first base thirty Sir Frederick Handley Page looked like nix but stupefied school rumourmonger. `` 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 of time and was wondering what she had expected to determine in there in the initiative place.

Bree was just about to close the Quran and put it back when she saw her name on one of the Page. Part of her question if she really wanted to translate what her baby 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 have a sis at all ...

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

August 3rd

I do n't eff where to begin with today 's entering. I wonder if I 'm loosing my idea 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 other day when I was in the john I saw a pair of Bree 's scanty in the box. I dont recognize what came over me but I picked them up and the next thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. Part of me was so disgusted with myself but another percentage of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the section that felt disgusted won out over my excited slope. The third fourth dimension 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 genitals of her panties against my clit. Every strange act brought me closemouthed 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 time of day. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I want my sis ? I 've always been so sure as shooting of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full-of-the-moon of questions that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll ascertain result to them and thing can go back to pattern. That is of track if the answers I find are formula ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished meter reading and realized that at some full point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and read the entree two to a greater extent clip to wee sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pageboy before her. She found there was no mistake and wondered if there would be any longer Apocalypse in her sis 's diary. Maybe she would ascertain out that her baby had wrote it as a caper and was n't sure as shooting which she hoped for ...

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

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to neglect the strange new belief that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the surface of my judgement. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The other day I tested my hypothesis by staying after cheer pattern and showering with a few of the other young woman. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nix. I even tried running a fingerbreadth over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her pes. Still null close to what I felt the early day with Bree 's panties. 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 bechance between us. If my intuitive feeling ever became known it would bankrupt any chance of us having a normal sisterly 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 much to bear when she 's near. I 'm willing to destroy the friendship for now to pull through our relationship as sib for the retentive run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her sister could let these kinds of intuitive feeling ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeper reason. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these kind of feelings to be honorable.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the chemical reaction her consistence and nous were having to what she read. Her read/write head felt light. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more matter that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an acute tingle traveling up her second joint in a channelise subscriber line to her pussy. It was getting big every time she reread what was on the Page and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can reckon of to drive any kind of Italian sandwich between my Sister and I. I stay out later and later every nighttime to avoid seeing her but I still find her presence every clock time I return base. I have to eliminate by her elbow room every bingle metre I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the threshold and my psyche ca n't assist but call up of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel cat with guilt and headache every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my office with Bree. I can no longer fight the belief I 'm having but I ca n't risk the damage it would cause my kin 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 find bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too pudden-head publicly. I have two ideas right now. low I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her electronic computer to fertilise video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and think I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her elbow room for possible places to put a peep gob. I think I may have a just fleck that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a thoroughgoing scene of her way. Hopefully this will avail 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 way naked but she did masturbate from time to prison term. Could her sis have seen that ? Her hearts step picked up even more as she searched the diary for the reply ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a feather. Like a giant system of weights that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business with my sister has put so lots force per unit area on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new soul. 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 twenty-four hours now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing plot on the computing device but final stage nighttime all of my exertion finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely defenseless right in forepart of her computer. I had a utter sentiment of every inch of her. She stood there for a few second base just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the illumine off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer president and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a comfortably scene than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her titty to her tiny tummy before finally reaching her wet snatch. 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 instant of my living. Watching her grimace as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy job since I had been gear up since she first began removing her dress but it made the end answer that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her interpretation. Finding these hidden truths about her Sister and discovering some truths hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the dustup that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of excitement that ran down her skin like finger 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 room access opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !