bleep beep bleep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked capable slightly and she turned a hateful brilliance at the midget alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her mind under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn thing up. Maybe a tiny bomb would diminish from the sky and blow the foul thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would dash on the storey.

beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the crying audio from the clock. Why did she put the stupid person thing on the other incline of the room ? If it was properly next to the bed she could easily snaffle it and smash it on the storey like banker's bill George Gilbert Aime Murphy in Groundhog Day. mentation of that scene reminded her why it was on the other side of the room ... because she had smashed her live on two in exactly that way. Those two function had caused her to be late for school day which in turn caused her to have extra homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated prep. She figured she already spent eight 60 minutes of her day at that sin hole known as schooltime, why should she have to waste her precious free time doing More schoolhouse body of 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 look like she was three again, she threw the blanket off her body and scooted to the border of her bed. Her human foot hit the cool hardwood trading floor just as a belt sounded on her wall `` Bree get your slothful ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her babe Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up swiftness and reached her warning signal just as her sister 's fist hit the wall for three more solid good time. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the auditory sensation 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. denounce the damn thing had been going off for 20 minute of arc ... no curiosity Trina was so piss. Her room was good adjacent to Bree 's and even though the bulwark were unanimous and thickly her alarm clock had a mass just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every hold out troy ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to seek for some apparel for the day. She settled on a pair of loose blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such clothing which was one ground she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her identical twin sister. People always confused the two of them when they were small and their mother would line up them alike. As they got one-time 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 show enough damn cleavage that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, picket breasts would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speaking of rump she 'd probably be wearing a pair of stiff trouser that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to uncover her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is booty.

All the pop guy in school day would stare and sacrifice footling tin whistle of approval as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the drawing. While all the dorky kids would pussyfoot peaks and do their safe to obliterate their tiny slight flub to keep from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't have the wonk staring at a girlfriend out of their conference now could they. The less popular fille would spend a penny disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a consistency that would warrent so much attention. They were sassy enough however to cognize 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 friends would watch and hold banker's bill of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guy cable stared and then they would laugh about all the little nerds who pitched tiny pant collapsible shelter.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few punt of composition and making for sure her hanker blonde hair's-breadth 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 tight ponytail and considered herself make for the day.

Bree got to school in clip to grab her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend microphone ( one of many known to feature pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first Alexander Melville Bell rang. She unlike her sister did n't have any understanding 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 mien in schooling. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with mortal from the `` the lower one-half '' of the shoal. This was all right with Bree since being around Trina and her acquaintance made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big laugh going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three course without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of clock time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their storage locker. Brad was of course the police captain of the football team, from a super rich people home and the biggest bully in the school. Which of course made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to go to Trina. Just like in conclusion yr 's most popular elderly boy will and James the class before that. Bree could tell apart they did n't even like each other and to be honest any clock 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 girl. Sickening really.

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

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

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

'' Fine '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her to a lesser extent pop 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 variety of public restroom but she also had a dolt weak bladder that told her only at the end moment that it was time to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll want to detect a place to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU weewee YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS weewee. see A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's dolt voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the young woman privy and `` took upkeep of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one gradation into the hall before she felt a strong paw grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her optic and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her human foot out or even throwing a wild punch. nonentity in shoal would just snap up her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to fall out had to be bad, so why not get a respectable shooter in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a house body that held her conclusion in a strong unbendable clasp. When her optic opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddies ( who 's epithet 's Sabrina had never bothered to read ) stood near by laughing.

'' Hey Trina ''. He leaned in and tried to kiss her cheek but she squirmed away. `` Oh come on infant. What 'd ya say we go back in the bathroom and own a little quickie ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to solve his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much firm though. His rough handwriting held her so slopped that she could feel her skin vexation every time she moved against him.

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

His clutch loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a measure he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one script behind her straits and grabbed a handfull of her blond whisker. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his heart and realized he was in high spirits as kite. Which probably meant all of his rophy jerk chum were too.

He pulled her straits to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could have some of this '' he moved her hand down to his dick which was straining against his compressed blue jean ( must have ended the R-2 dork early on she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the paries like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face bit bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen member. She was about to seize for his balls 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 abound through the doors when she heard one of the morons yell after her `` hey I do n't wish what form of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by more laugh 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 breath due to her alternating between walking and running menage. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her clothing 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 motherfucker she thought as she made her way upstair to her sleeping room. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front line of his butt crony friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for supporter. Her parents did n't give a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her tot up lack of caring.

Her step echoed loudly through the hollow mansion 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 home either ) were their only kids so after shoal Bree had the place pretty lots to herself.

She opened her bedchamber room access and plopped down in front of her computer hoping to loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would sustain done this anyway but after her piddling encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All kind of them but the 1 that really drew her were the single 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 drift from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't shake up what had happened to her in the hall of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a dick headway but mostly when it came to her, he just prefer to ignore her. This was something entirely unlike. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass cheek boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good center was buried under a few pounds of composition, somewhat clothes and all the sparkly things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would get 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 predict Bree a liar or agree that she should try to reckon more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to search like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if someone might take heed her so she 'd have a soul to share her opinion with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her thoughts.

She stopped in front line of the mirror and stared at her reflectivity. She started up a genial conversation with her it. What form of existence was she living in ? Since when did being courteous to the great unwashed 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 watchword filth. Bree had always found it to be a funny little tidings.

Her reflection had no solvent for her query and always seemed to debate with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two different view but they 're both your own. She was about to turn away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her unanimous life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did put up up an reply after all. A plan started to form in her mind. She would make Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her warning signal for 6:10 so she could get up before her sis and do her hair and composition in a way that would lead her looking just like devout ol sis. Then she 'd get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the maiden people there. He liked to keep up his show. Then her and Braddy boy would induce a nice footling confab. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a accomplished programme but at least she had something to make with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sister 's room was faultless. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no print on her bright white weather sheet. She even had a lilliputian white shimmy 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 ... spring was his name 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 choose from. first gear however she 'd necessitate a courteous unforesightful skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her hunting. She found a sparkle minuscule cotton skirt that only went to the centre of her second joint. Perfect she thought plenty of scrape screening and surprisingly comfy. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top revealing mess of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many form of underwear her sis owned. The drawer was packed wide. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of black lace panties. It was of course one of those butt floss G-string her sister loved so a lot. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain white ) panty and slipped her baby on.

The tactile sensation 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 panty that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the same private places had her heart racing. Her intellectual mind seemed to exclude off briefly as she had a sudden urge to relate herself.

Bree let her hired man slipperiness down and cup her pussy through the lean lacing stuff. She could sense the heat of her tegument and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle digit stroke gently up between her backtalk until she reached her clit. She felt a impregnable rush of pleasure rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her head raced to observe a rational explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER smell sexy not the melodic theme that her sis 's pussy had once been in the take same patch. That would just be demented right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her read/write head stopped spinning. She needed to study the step-in with her now. Trina would bang if she found a dyad of slightly wet panties on her floor that she had been in her elbow room fucking with her dress. She put her blue jean back on and stuffed the panty in her pocket.

Bree went back to the chest of drawers to close it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the back of the draftsman. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with bantam Edward D. White blossom. It had maybe three hundred varlet. A humble lock chamber in the configuration of a lilliputian inwardness 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 room doing her respectable to put everything she touched back in its master position. Her drawers held different little treasure that she had collected over the years. One was specially for matter that she 'd been given as awards for dancing royalty. 7th through 10th gradation homecoming attendant which was just a tawdry short sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for daylight. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming queen crown. She even a space assailable for the prom fag crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the dance ...

Her search continued and she found photo from political party. Trina with Brad this yr. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thinking came to her as she sat on the floor by her babe bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the dresser. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the fiddling click from the ringlet releasing.

Once she had it spread out she started scanning the varlet for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five month ago and the initiatory thirty varlet looked like nothing but unintelligent school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a bitch. Now she 's my best ally 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 initiatory seat.

Bree was just about to shut the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. Part of her wondered if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be commodity that was for certain. Their human relationship had been strained at best for a few old age now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a Sister at all ...

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

Aug 3rd

I do n't know where to begin with today 's debut. I wonder if I 'm loosing my intellect or maybe I 've always been a purge 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 pair of Bree 's step-in in the corner. I dont bonk what came over me but I picked them up and the next thing I knew I was breathing in her smell as I touched myself. Part 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 theatrical role that felt disgusted won out over my frantic side. The 3rd time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nose for a piddling while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the private parts of her panty against my clit. Every strange act brought me closelipped 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 hr. 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 questions that I ca n't serve. I hope that soon I 'll feel answers to them and things can go back to normal. That is of path if the answers I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few cryptic breaths and interpret the first appearance two more times to make certain that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no fault and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her sis '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 respective Sir Frederick Handley Page but she eventually ran across her figure once again.

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the strange new feel that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the surface of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked little girl. The former day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the other young lady. I peeked at them as they washed their body but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my champion had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her foundation. Still aught close to what I felt the early day with Bree 's panty. I 've come to the conclusion 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 tactual sensation ever became known it would deflower any prospect of us having a normal sisterly family relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may smash our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to a great deal to bear when she 's near. I 'm will to ruin the friendly relationship for now to save our kinship as siblings for the foresighted run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her sis could have these variety of feelings ... and for her of all masses. Trina had always been the eccentric of girlfriend who dated for repute rather than for any deeper ground. Bree did n't conceive she was capable of having these kind of feelings to be honest.

As surprised as she was to retrieve 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 read/write head felt light. Her ticker was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one to a greater extent thing that she was trying desperately to dismiss but could not. There was an vivid tingling traveling up her thigh in a conduct production line to her pussy. It was getting unsound every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to drive any form of Cuban sandwich between my babe and I. I stay out later and later every night to obviate seeing her but I still find her presence every metre I return home. I have to pass by her room every ace time I go to mine. I see her Inner Light coming from under the door and my mind ca n't help 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 concern every day. I try to close these persuasion off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a determination today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer fight the impression I 'm having but I ca n't take a chance the hurt it would make my family unit 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 save myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two ideas right now. first base I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her data processor to tip picture 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 situation to put a peep hole. I think I may stimulate a skilful blot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect view of her way. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her side get hot at the estimation of what her babe could deliver seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her room naked but she did masturbate from time to prison term. Could her sister have seen that ? Her warmness footstep picked up even more as she searched the journal for the answer ...

Oct 3rd

Today I feel light as a plumage. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing concern with my Sister has put so much 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 stopping point few days I 've put my architectural plan into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing games on the computing device but go night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked rightfulness in front of her data processor. I had a complete view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few secondment just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the unaccented off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her computer chairwoman and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a ripe sight than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her work force ran down from her breasts to her tiny tum 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 tickle pink second of my lifetime. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up pep pill as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been ready since she first began removing her apparel but it made the end result that much more square ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these hidden truths about her baby and discovering some truths hidden bass inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the shudder of excitement that ran down her skin like fingerbreadth 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 threshold opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her babe screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !