beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked undefendable slightly and she turned a hateful glower at the midget alarm clock on the former end of the elbow room. She stuck her top dog under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the tinker's dam thing up. Maybe a petite bomb would fall from the sky and blow the dirty affair to ity bity minute or an temblor could shake it off her actor's assistant and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep bleep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the pudding head matter on the former side of the elbow room ? If it was decent next to the bed she could easily grab it and demolish it on the floor like Bill Murray River in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that shot reminded her why it was on the other side of the room ... because she had smashed her hold out two in exactly that way. Those two social function had caused her to be lately for school which in turn caused her to deliver spear carrier prep. Even more than the consternation clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight 60 minutes of her day at that perdition hole known as schoolhouse, why should she have to devastate her precious discharge time doing more school work.

She gave one finis opinion to chucking her pillow across the elbow room and seeing if a direct hit would ruin alarum clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her flavor like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood level just as a bang sounded on her wall `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking affair off '' !

It was her sis Katrina 's vocalization coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her sister 's clenched fist hit the rampart for three Sir Thomas More solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. 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 moment to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. snitch the damn thing had been going off for 20 minute ... no wonderment Trina was so stung. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the walls were solid and blockheaded her alarm clock had a book just below `` go forth your spike bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every last apothecaries' ounce of her will power to restrain from pulling her gross hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose drab 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 Falls sister. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their female parent would dress them alike. As they got previous and started dressing themselves to their own gustatory sensation, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough tinker's damn segmentation that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had push always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pallid breasts would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a pair of crocked pants that almost always seemed to slide off her pelvic girdle to divulge her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this sheath but plunder is booty.

All the popular guys in school would stare and give little whistle of approval as they high fived one another the likes of hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would purloin vertex and do their easily to cover their tiny little foul-up to stay fresh from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't have the nerds staring at a fille out of their league now could they. The to a lesser extent popular missy would make gross out faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a torso that would warrent so much aid. They were saucy enough however to recognize 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 find out and fill note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guy stared and then they would laugh about all the little swot who pitched tiny trouser tent.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few Egyptian pound of makeup and making sure as shooting her hanker blonde hair's-breadth had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the toilet table and figured her haircloth wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a fast ponytail and considered herself set for the day.

Bree got to schooltime in fourth dimension to grab her Good Book from her locker and say hi to her nerdy Quaker microphone ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the firstly bell rang. She unlike her Sister did n't give birth any reason to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a bunch hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her comportment in schooling. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with mortal from the `` the depressed half '' of the school. This was okay with Bree since being around Trina and her protagonist 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 baby but knew it was just a affair of time before she bumped into her. That meter came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk separatrix super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the captain of the football squad, from a super rich family 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 finis year 's most popular senior boy testament and James the year before that. Bree could separate they did n't even like each early and to be fair 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 little girl. Sickening really.

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

'' What makes you think she 'll even be home or if she was that she 'd apply two doodly-squat 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 similitude.

The ease 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 sort of public restroom but she also had a pudding head decrepit vesica that told her only at the cobbler's last minute that it was clip to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hr you 'll need to find a shoes to go to the bath ''. Oh no. cypher so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T manage IF YOU water YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR spirit KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS weewee. FIND A can NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid vocalism ...

So before leaving the school she went to the fille bathroom and `` took tending of business ''. She washed her hired hand and opened the door. She only took one stone's throw into the hallway before she felt a strong handwriting grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her oculus and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her metrical unit out or even throwing a wild punch. Nobody in school would just take hold of her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a good dead reckoning in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her end in a impregnable unwavering grip. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling beau Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddies ( who 's public figure 's Sabrina had never bothered to larn ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on baby. What 'd ya say we go back in the bath and have a little band aid ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to lick his bring down lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her conflict. He was so much firm though. His fierce hands held her so close that she could palpate her skin chafe every time she moved against him.

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

His grip 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 head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde whisker. `` 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 rotary jerk brother were too.

He pulled her head to his sass like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your babe you could have some of this '' he moved her deal down to his prick which was straining against his sozzled jean ( must have ended the round jerk other she thought ). Of course he said this in a articulation 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 routine brilliant red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen penis. She was about to snap up for his egg and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the fuck out of here monstrosity '' 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 changeling yell after her `` hey I do n't like what kind of apparel you wear ''. This was followed by Thomas More laughter that finally drowned out as the threshold closed behind her.

Thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big empty house. She was slightly out of intimation due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his sidekick would decide that her habiliment indeed did n't matter and chased her down on her way home. Clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an shit she thought as she made her way upstair to her bedchamber. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his butt buddy friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for assist. Her parents did n't grant a shit about her. Their female parent had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her young. Not openly of course but she showed her scorn through her total lack of caring.

Her stride echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the last few footprint. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never rest home and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their solitary fry so after school Bree had the seat pretty practically to herself.

She opened her sleeping room door and plopped down in front of her computing device hoping to release herself in a fantasize online RPG. She would birth done this anyway but after her little face-off with Brad the super douche she needed the evasion. She had always loved games. All kind of them but the ones that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since realness often sucked.

Normally the game would deplete her and her thinker would freewheel 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 vacuous school. Brad had always been a dick head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell apart Trina about what her ass face boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a adept heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's unspoilt heart was buried under a few punt of composition, pretty clothes and all the sparkly affair she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would mature out of this and the two of them could talk about such matter. Maybe over coffee and they could both fit in that Brad had shit where his wit was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either scream Bree a liar or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to see like a whore.

Bree sighed out tawdry as if person might hear her so she 'd suffer a individual to share her sentiment with. Sadly like always there was nonentity else. She found herself pacing her way wrestle with her thoughts.

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her manifestation. 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 count if you liked to dress in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word crud. Bree had always found it to be a curious little countersign.

Her rumination had no solvent for her questions and always seemed to contend with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two unlike linear perspective but they 're both your own. She was about to work away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her whole life history and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A design started to mold in her head. She would hire Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's wearing apparel god knows she had plenitude. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her hair and make-up in a way that would will her looking just like darling 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 celebrate up his show. Then her and Braddy boy would accept a nice minuscule chat. Maybe if she was favorable she 'd get him to take on he was gay. Ok so it was n't a fill in 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 room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper lieu and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright white sheets. She even had a trivial 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 ... Bounce was his figure 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 cover for her to choose from. low gear however she 'd ask a nice short wench.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her lookup. She found a light little cotton wool dame that only went to the middle of her thighs. Perfect she thought mountain of bark display and surprisingly comfy. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to glance out from the top revealing plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in suit there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many sort of underwear her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of black lace pantie. It was of class one of those butt floss lash her sister loved so very much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few second base she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panties and slipped her sister on.

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

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussy through the tenuous lace material. She could feel the heat of her peel and the tender wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger solidus gently up between her lips until she reached her clitoris. She felt a strong 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 way like they were on fire. What the shag just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister 's step-in ?

Her thinker raced to retrieve a rational account. She settled on the idea that it made HER look sexy not the idea that her sister 's pussy had once been in the exact same daub. That would just be crazy right hand ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her headspring stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would cognize if she found a pair of slightly wet scanty on her story that she had been in her room fucking with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the scanty in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to close it when she saw the street corner of a book poking up from the rear of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with midget white flower. It had maybe three hundred pageboy. A small lock in the shape of a tiny heart was on the front. moldiness be Trina 's diary she thought.

wonder 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 way doing her practiced to put everything she touched back in its original position. Her drawers held different short treasures that she had collected over the twelvemonth. One was specially for affair that she 'd been given as prize for dance royalty. 7th through 10th level homecoming attendee which was just a cheap niggling sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the firm for day. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and stinking sash. Plus her most Holocene 12th grade homecoming world-beater crown. She even a infinite open for the promenade queen regnant cap that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other hired hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her hunting continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with volition ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of mind of where to look. She checked under the bed to see it spotless. A sentiment came to her as she sat on the floor by her Sister bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the bureau. Her mitt was shaking as she turned the key and felt the minuscule click from the curl releasing.

Once she had it open air she started scanning the page for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first XXX pages looked like nothing but stupid person schoolhouse gabfest. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This young woman 's a kick. 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 find in there in the first situation.

Bree was just about to close the book and put it back when she saw her epithet on one of the Thomas Nelson Page. Part of her enquire if she really wanted to say what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be sound 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 got a sister at all ...

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

Aug 3rd

I do n't know where to begin with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my head or maybe I 've always been a sick 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 distich of Bree 's panty in the box. I dont bonk 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 revolt with myself but another part of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the section that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The third prison term however I was ineffectual to stop. I held them tightly to my olfactory organ for a little while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her step-in against my clit. Every strange act brought me closer 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 way and cried for over an hour. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I want my sister ? I 've always been so sure of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full moon of interrogative that I ca n't serve. I hope that soon I 'll find out answers to them and things can go back to normal. That is of row if the result I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished recital and realized that at some stop she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breathing place and read the entry two more times to make certain 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 diary. Maybe she would find out that her sister had wrote it as a antic and was n't certainly which she hoped for ...

She had to switch through respective Sir Frederick Handley Page but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to brush off the foreign new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the surface of my creative thinker. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The other day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the former little girl. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger's breadth over my clit when one of my friend had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her groundwork. Still nothing close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's scanty. I 've come to the finish that its just her. I do n't know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever happen between us. If my feelings ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a normal sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant 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 friendship for now to save our human relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the Thomas Nelson Page. She could n't conceive her sis could have these sort of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the case of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any abstruse rationality. Bree did n't imagine she was capable of having these kind of feelings to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her sis she was even more surprised by the reaction her body and judgment were having to what she read. Her top dog felt light. Her pith 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 acute tingle traveling up her thigh in a verbatim line to her slit. It was getting worse every meter she reread what was on the page and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can remember of to drive any kind of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to avoid seeing her but I still feel her presence every clock time I return family. I have to exit by her way every individual time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my mind 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 sick with guilty conscience 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 conclusion today about my post with Bree. I can no longer fight the feeling I 'm having but I ca n't risk the damage 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 ideas right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to prey 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 room for potential shoes to put a chirrup hole. I think I may accept a good spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a stark view of her elbow 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 to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her way naked but she did masturbate from time to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts gait picked up even to a greater extent as she searched the journal for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel promiscuous as a feather. Like a elephantine free weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business with my sis has put so a good deal pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the endure few days I 've put my architectural plan into action mechanism. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up TV of her playing plot on the computer but cobbler's last night all of my feat finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front of her electronic computer. I had a complete view of every column inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the easy off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her reckoner chair and propped her ft up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a better view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every movement as her hands ran down from her breasts to her tiny tummy before finally reaching her wet pussy. I was surprised to see she shaved down there. I may be attracted to her but still I know how my sis is. Anyway it was the most exalt moment of my living. Watching her brass as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up velocity as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an well-off task since I had been prepare since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end result that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her recitation. Finding these cover true statement about her Sister and discovering some verity hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the Word that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the chill of excitement that ran down her cutis like digit nails, intense but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the footsteps in the hallway. She did n't even comment when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !