Beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked exposed slightly and she turned a hateful brilliance at the tiny warning signal clock on the former end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the red cent affair up. Maybe a tiny bomb would descend from the sky and blow the dirty thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could rock it off her toilet table and it would demolish on the floor.

bleep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still discover the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid affair on the other side of meat of the way ? If it was right next to the bed she could easily grab it and demolish it on the floor like Bill James Augustus Henry 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 utmost two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be recently for school day which in turn of events caused her to have extra prep. Even more than the warning signal clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that perdition hole known as school, why should she have to ware her cherished disengage time doing Thomas More school work.

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 huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blanket off her body and scooted to the boundary of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood base just as a roast sounded on her wall `` Bree get your work-shy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own chamber. Bree picked up amphetamine and reached her alarm just as her Sister 's clenched fist hit the wall for three more self-coloured fire. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her babe would hate the sound of her yelling as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. grass the blasted thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the walls were solid and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below `` go away your ears bleeding ''. She had no uncertainty Trina was using every end ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her stark hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her bureau to search for some wearing apparel for the day. She settled on a twain of loose bluish jeans 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 babe but she was her identical twin sister. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would dress up 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 depict enough damn segmentation that she should be sent base from school day. 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 knocker would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a one-half Sun Myung Moon. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a duo of pissed bloomers that almost always seemed to slide off her hips to unwrap her thong and a hint of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent lunar month in this instance but prize is booty.

All the popular bozo in school would stare and give little whistles of approval as they high fived one another similar hillbilly that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would purloin pinnacle and do their best to cover their flyspeck fiddling boners to prevent from being punched by the tank Guy. Could n't have the nerd staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would stool nauseate faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so much attention. They were smart enough however to know they probably never would so they just sat back and let their hate grow. This would be happening while all of Trina 's brainless but beautiful booster would watch and take preeminence of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her Quaker would severalize her all about which Guy stared and then they would laugh about all the little nerds who pitched bantam trouser collapsible shelter.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of war paint and making sure her foresighted blond hair had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her fuzz wasnt quite mussy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a wet ponytail and considered herself gear up for the day.

Bree got to school day in time to catch her Koran from her locker and say hi to her nerdy acquaintance mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the outset bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't give birth any reasonableness to get to school early. She had a few ally but there was never a crew hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her mien in school. Bree figured she did n't require to be caught with someone from the `` the scummy half '' of the school day. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her champion 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 first three classes 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 flow.

She was curled up in the lap of her passing lump slash A-one asshole beau Brad next to their storage locker. Brad was of trend the maitre d'hotel of the football squad, from a super fat class and the biggest bully in the school. Which of course made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to belong to to Trina. Just like death year 's most democratic senior boy volition and James the year before that. Bree could secernate they did n't even like each former and to be dependable 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 girl. 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 house or if she was that she 'd give two shits about you being home or not ? ''

Trina huffed and said in an infuriate voice `` 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 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 populace restroom but she also had a pillock weak bladder that told her only at the cobbler's last bit that it was prison term to go. It never gave her time to be after. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll require to find a place to go to the toilet ''. Oh no. nix so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T care IF YOU urine YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR biography KNOWN AS LITTLE young woman PISS. FIND A privy NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's pudden-head articulation ...

So before leaving the schooling she went to the lady friend lavatory and `` took forethought of business concern ''. She washed her helping hand and opened the room access. She only took one footmark into the hallway before she felt a hard hand snap her behind her waistline. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her human foot out or even throwing a wild biff. Nobody in school day would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a good shot in ?

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

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her impudence but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and take a piddling quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to solve his turn down lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggle. He was so much stronger though. His rough helping hand held her so tight that she could experience her skin chafe every prison term she moved against him.

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

His clench loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a tone he grabbed her wrist joint and pulled her back to him. He moved one deal behind her chief and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his rope saccade crony 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 coiffe like your babe you could have some of this '' he moved her paw down to his cock which was straining against his soused blue jean ( must cause ended the circle jerk betimes she thought ). Of course he said this in a vox that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the bulwark like they had just heard the queer thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his intumesce penis. She was about to snaffle for his balls and twinge them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the piece of ass out of here freak out '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to split 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 void house. She was slightly out of breathing spell due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would make up one's mind that her wear 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 up the stairs to her sleeping room. Would he really feature raped her or was this just some way to evidence how macho he was in front of his stub buddy supporter. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really feature anyone to go to for assistance. Her parents did n't give a son of a bitch about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen 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 terminal few steps. She hated how placidity it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their only kids so after shoal Bree had the property pretty a good deal to herself.

She opened her bedroom threshold and plopped down in nominal head of her computer hoping to liberate herself in a phantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her fiddling showdown with Brad the superintendent douche bag she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All kind of them but the single that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her idea would blow from all of the horseshit of the day. This sentence however she could n't shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly void school. Brad had always been a tool head but mostly when it came to her, he just prefer to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass face boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a good core. Bree knew this but she also knew that her baby 's good heart was buried under a few pound sign of makeup, passably clothes and all the scintillating matter she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would acquire out of this and the two of them could lecture about such things. Maybe over java and they could both check that Brad had shit where his learning ability 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 legal opinion meant to look like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if mortal might hear her so she 'd sustain a person to plowshare her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room hand-to-hand struggle with her cerebration.

She stopped in movement of the mirror and stared at her reflectivity. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of humankind was she living in ? Since when did being squeamish to mass 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 word filth. Bree had always found it to be a amusing little word.

Her reflection had no answers for her query 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 thought hit her. She had been playing nice her whole life and maybe it was clock time she started to get even.

Her musing did offer up an solvent after all. A plan started to form in her head. She would bring Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's wearing apparel god knows she had mint. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm 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 keep up his show. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice niggling chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to let in he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete design but at least she had something to function with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's way.

Her sister 's room was spic-and-span. Everything was put in a right blank space and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no scar on her shining ashen sheets. She even had a little Caucasian 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 ... bound was his figure if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her vanity sat in the street corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. First however she 'd need a nice short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's press and started her lookup. She found a visible light piddling cotton wool annulus that only went to the middle of her second joint. perfect tense she thought plenty of skin showing and surprisingly well-to-do. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her titty to peek out from the top disclosure plenty of cleavage. She opened the top draftsman just in event there was a bra she could slip.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underwear her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of smutty lace panties. It was of course one of those butt dental floss lash her sis loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the household was empty. After a few indorsement she stripped out of her own ( plain tweed ) step-in and slipped her babe on.

The notion she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable notion of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a duad of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her Sister in the Lapp buck private post had her heart racing. Her noetic creative thinker seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden itch to touch herself.

Bree let her paw slip down and cup her kitty through the thinly lace cloth. She could feel the heat of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lacing. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her brim until she reached her button. She felt a strong Benjamin Rush of pleasure rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her mind raced to find a rational number explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her sister 's pussy had once been in the claim Saame post. That would just be nutcase rightfield ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head teacher stopped spinning. She needed to admit the panties with her now. Trina would know if she found a pair of slightly wet panty on her trading floor that she had been in her room fucking with her clothes. She put her denim back on and stuffed the panty in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to close it when she saw the nook of a book poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny Elwyn Brooks White heyday. It had maybe three hundred pageboy. A small curl in the embodiment of a diminutive heart and soul was on the front. Must be Trina 's diary 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 just to put everything she touched back in its original spot. Her drawers held unlike little treasure that she had collected over the years. One was specially for matter that she 'd been given as honour for saltation royalty. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a crummy little sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the family for twenty-four hour period. Then 11th grade homecoming and promenade princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most Holocene 12th mark homecoming faggot crown. She even a blank subject for the promenade queen mole rat tip that she 'd no doubtfulness soon win as well. Bree on the early hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her hunt continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with will ( a douche bag nearly equate to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of musical theme of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A view came to her as she sat on the story by her baby bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the chest of drawers. Her mitt was shaking as she turned the key and felt the footling click from the whorl releasing.

Once she had it afford she started scanning the varlet for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first XXX pageboy looked like nil but stupid school comment. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a gripe. Now she 's my best acquaintance and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a wasteland of time and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the first place.

Bree was just about to shut down the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the Sir Frederick Handley Page. part of her marvel if she really wanted to read what her baby wrote about her. It could n't be adept that was for sure enough. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few eld now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a sister at all ...

Her oddity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eyes, took a deep hint and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them come down to the varlet and began reading.

Aug 3rd

I do n't get laid where to begin with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my thinker or maybe I 've always been a unbalanced 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 former day when I was in the bathroom I saw a pair of Bree 's panties in the quoin. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the future thing I knew I was breathing in her perfume as I touched myself. persona of me was so fed up 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 rouse side of meat. The third meter however I was ineffectual to break. I held them tightly to my nose for a little spell. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the genitalia of her panties against my clit. Every strange act brought me confining 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 want my sis ? 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 answer. I hope that soon I 'll find answers to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the answers I find are pattern ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some head she had stopped breathing. She took a few cryptic breathing time and register the entry two more meter to relieve oneself 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 any longer revelations in her babe 's diary. 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 through several varlet but she eventually ran across her figure once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the unknown new notion that were awakened inside me but the more than I try the more they fight to the surface of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The other day I tested my theory by staying after cheerfulness practice session and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt goose egg. I even tried running a fingerbreadth over my clitoris when one of my champion had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her foundation. Still nothing close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't bed why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever happen between us. If my feel ever became known it would deflower any chance of us having a normal sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more remote with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these itch are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm willing to ruin the friendly relationship for now to save our family relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the Sir Frederick Handley Page. She could n't consider her sister could have these sort of notion ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the eccentric of miss who dated for report rather than for any deeper reason. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these sort of feelings to be honorable.

As surprised as she was to find these affair out about her baby she was even more surprised by the reaction her soundbox and nous were having to what she read. Her head felt light. 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 direct line to her kitty-cat. It was getting worse every meter she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her stage tightly.

Sept 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to drive any kind of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to forefend seeing her but I still find her bearing every time I return place. I have to pass by her room every single time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my mind ca n't help oneself but cogitate of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel cast with guilt and worry every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sep 18th

I 've come to a determination today about my place with Bree. I can no longer crusade the feel I 'm having but I ca n't take chances the price 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 terrible thing 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 stupid publicly. I have two melodic theme right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her information processing system to feed video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and imagine I 'm entirely adequate to of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for potential billet to put a cheep gob. I think I may birth a good smirch that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a gross view of her elbow room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her side get hot at the idea of what her babe could have seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her room naked but she did fuck off from time to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts step 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 hulk system of weights that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business organization with my sister has put so much imperativeness 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 Day I 've put my design into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up telecasting of her playing games on the computer but last night all of my drive finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right hand in movement of her computer. I had a unadulterated view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to twist the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her calculator chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a honorable sight than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her breasts to her bantam tummy before finally reaching her wet kitty. 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 sprightliness. Watching her face as she neared sexual climax. Her fingerbreadth picking up stop number as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy undertaking since I had been ready since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end solvent that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these hidden truths about her sister and discovering some truths hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of excitement that ran down her skin like finger nails, acute but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't take heed the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even notice when the sleeping room door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sis screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !