bleep bleep beep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the tiny alert 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 hoot affair up. Maybe a petite bomb would fall from the sky and blow the dirty affair to ity bity bits or an earthquake could stir it off her dressing table and it would smash on the level.

bleep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the clamant auditory sensation from the clock. Why did she put the dolt thing on the other English of the room ? If it was right-hand next to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the story like posting Sir James Murray in Groundhog Day. thinking of that shot 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 good turn caused her to have extra homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hell hole known as school, why should she own to waste her precious free time doing Sir Thomas More schooltime work.

She gave one finis thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would destroy consternation clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her smell like she was three again, she threw the mantle off her trunk and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her substructure hit the coolheaded hardwood floor just as a knock sounded on her paries `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking matter off '' !

It was her babe Katrina 's voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her sister 's fist hit the wall for three more solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would detest the auditory sensation of her yelling as much as she hated the dismay.

Bree finally took a moment to front at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the damn thing had been going off for 20 arcminute ... no marvel Trina was so pass water. Her room was right following to Bree 's and even though the wall were solid and dense her alarm clock had a volume just below `` go forth your ears bleeding ''. She had no dubiety Trina was using every last ounce of her possession to keep from pulling her perfect hairsbreadth out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to look 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 drained in such clothing which was one ground she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her baby but she was her monovular twin babe. masses always confused the two of them when they were small and their mother would dress them alike. As they got elderly 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 shew enough tinker's damn cleavage that she should be sent home from school day. Any shirt she owned that had push button always seemed to be missing at to the lowest degree two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale tit would push out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moon. Oh and speechmaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a pair of tight gasp that almost always seemed to slide off her hips to unwrap her thong and a soupcon of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moonshine in this case but swag is dirty money.

All the popular guys in school would gaze and give slight whistle of approval as they high fived one another the like hillbillies that had just won the drawing. While all the dorky kids would filch efflorescence and do their just to hide their tiny little boners to maintain from being punched by the cooler guy cable. Could n't bear the nerd staring at a girl out of their conference now could they. The LE popular girls would piss disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a trunk that would warrent so practically attention. They were voguish enough however to know they probably never would so they just sat back and let their hatred grow. This would be happening while all of Trina 's brainless but beautiful friends would watch and take away line of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her Friend would tell her all about which guy rope stared and then they would express joy about all the short nerds who pitched tiny trouser collapsible shelter.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few Syrian pound of makeup and making sure her long blond hair had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her hair wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a stiff ponytail and considered herself fix for the day.

Bree got to school in time to take hold of her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy booster Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first bell rang. She unlike her sis did n't consume any reason to get to school early. She had a few Friend but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her mien in school day. Bree figured she did n't need to be caught with someone from the `` the dispirited half '' of the school. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her ally made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big joke going around that she was unaware of and the antic was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first of all three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a affair 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 gash A-one arsehole young man Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of grade the captain of the football team, from a super productive family and the freehanded bully in the school. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last yr 's most popular senior boy testament and James the year before that. Bree could tell they did n't even like each other and to be honest any time she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most popular guy and she was the most pop miss. 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 family or if she was that she 'd give two shits 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 less popular twin.

The quietus 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 restroom but she also had a dolt weak bladder that told her only at the go min that it was time to go. It never gave her time to contrive. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll ask to incur a shoes to go to the john ''. Oh no. nada so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU piddle YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR spirit KNOWN AS LITTLE miss piss. FIND A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her vesica 's stupid vocalism ...

So before leaving the schooling she went to the missy lav and `` took concern of line of work ''. She washed her hands and opened the doorway. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a strong handwriting grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her center and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her fundament out or even throwing a uncivilized clout. cypher in school would just seize her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to materialise had to be bad, so why not get a dear shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm soundbox that held her close in a strong unwavering grip. When her eyes opened she took in the form 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 learn ) 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 bathroom and possess a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his clapper peeked out to lick his blue lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggle. He was so a good deal stronger though. His jolty bridge player held her so soaked that she could find her pelt chafe every fourth dimension she moved against him.

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

His traction 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 hand behind her caput and grabbed a handfull of her blond hair. `` Do n't shin '' he said giggling. She looked at his heart and realized he was heights as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle tug buddies were too.

He pulled her head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to apparel like your babe you could ingest some of this '' he moved her hand down to his rooster which was straining against his sozzled jeans ( must receive ended the rophy jerk betimes she thought ). Of track he said this in a voice that was far from a whispering and his friends lost it. Pounding on the rampart like they had just heard the mirthful thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn brilliantly red as he moved her mitt roughly over his swollen-headed penis. She was about to catch for his bollock and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the screw out of here gross out '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to burst through the doorway 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 room access closed behind her.

thirty bit later Bree finally walked through the doorway of her parents big empty theater. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her clothing indeed did n't matter and chased her down on her way 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 on a higher floor to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front end of his butt chum friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for aid. Her parents did n't give a damn 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 disdain through her full lack of caring.

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

She opened her chamber doorway and plopped down in nominal head of her estimator hoping to unleash herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the outflow. She had always loved games. All sorts of them but the 1 that really drew her were the I that allowed her to be something else. phantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her nous would drift from all of the shite of the day. This clock time however she could n't stir what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty shoal. Brad had always been a dick brain but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to discount her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass font swain had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sis 's soundly heart was buried under a few punt of composition, pretty clothes and all the sparkly thing she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would develop out of this and the two of them could spill the beans 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 prevaricator or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to count like a lady of pleasure.

Bree sighed out gaudy as if someone might hear her so she 'd bear a person to share her thought with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her elbow room grapple with her thoughts.

She stopped in forepart of the mirror and stared at her musing. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What variety of world was she living in ? Since when did being prissy to citizenry mean you were uncool ? Why did it count if you liked to dress in clothes that were well-to-do instead of dressing like a filth ? She smiled at the use of the watchword filth. Bree had always found it to be a funny small parole.

Her reflection had no answer for her questions 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 sentiment hit her. She had been playing dainty her whole life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an resolution after all. A program started to form in her mind. She would take Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her consternation for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister 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 multitude there. He liked to keep up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would feature a dainty small chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to acknowledge he was gay. Ok so it was n't a nail plan but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her sis 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper station and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright white sheets. She even had a little 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 name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dresser 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 require a nice short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light little cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thigh. perfect tense she thought stack of scramble showing and surprisingly well-fixed. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to glint out from the top revelation plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in pillowcase there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underwear her baby owned. The drawer was packed to the full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy brace of black lace panties. It was of course one of those butt floss thongs her baby loved so often. Bree looked around even though she knew the mansion was empty. After a few second gear she stripped out of her own ( plain whitened ) panties and slipped her sisters on.

The feeling she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable smell of having a drawstring up her ass. She felt turned on ... something about wearing a pair of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Sami common soldier places had her pump racing. Her rational head seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden itch to touch herself.

Bree let her hired man gaffe down and cup her cunt through the thinly lacing material. She could feel the heat of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her back talk until she reached her clit. She felt a strong rush of pleasure rush through her body before realness came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the panty and threw them across the room like they were on fervidness. What the roll in the hay just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister 's step-in ?

Her nous raced to find out a rational account. She settled on the thought that it made HER tactile property sexy not the idea that her sister 's pussy had once been in the take same spot. That would just be crazy right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to involve the panties with her now. Trina would eff if she found a pair of slightly wet panty on her floor that she had been in her room ass with her dress. She put her blue jean back on and stuffed the pantie in her air hole.

Bree went back to the dresser to come together it when she saw the box 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 snowy flush. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small lock in the material body of a bantam nub was on the figurehead. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her creative thinker 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 elbow room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its pilot placement. Her knickers held different little hoarded wealth that she had collected over the days. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as honour for dance royalty. 7th through 10th grade return co-occurrence which was just a cheap small girdle but she remembered Trina wearing it around the star sign for days. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy waistband. Plus her most late 12th grade homecoming queen crown. She even a blank space open for the prom fag crown that she 'd no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other hired man 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 will ( a douche nearly touch to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of theme of where to see. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought came to her as she sat on the level by her sisters bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the dressing table. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first thirty pages looked like nothing but stupid person school day gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a squawk. Now she 's my best friend 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 of all place.

Bree was just about to close the Word and put it back when she saw her name on one of the varlet. Part of her wondered if she really wanted to read what her sister 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 got 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 centre she let them descend to the page and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't sleep with where to begin with today 's launching. I wonder if I 'm loosing my brain or maybe I 've always been a sick spook. 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 lavatory I saw a brace of Bree 's pantie in the box. I dont live what came over me but I picked them up and the succeeding thing I knew I was breathing in her olfactory property as I touched myself. region of me was so fed up with myself but another component of me was panting with turmoil. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The third clip however I was unable to discontinue. I held them tightly to my nose for a little piece. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the privates of her panties against my clitoris. 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 room 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 of questions that I ca n't reply. 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 normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few mystifying breaths and study the unveiling two to a greater extent times to make 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 anymore revelations in her sister 's journal. Maybe she would find out that her sister had wrote it as a jest and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

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

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to neglect the strange new feelings 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 girls. The early day I tested my theory by staying after sunshine practice and showering with a few of the other girl. I peeked at them as they washed their physical structure but I felt aught. I even tried running a finger over my clitoris when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still nothing close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's panties. I 've come to the close that its just her. I do n't have a go at it why or how this happened. In the end though I know that zip could ever materialise between us. If my feelings ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a normal sisterly family relationship. I 've decided to be even more aloof with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm will to ruin the friendship for now to bring through our kinship as siblings for the longsighted run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the varlet. She could n't believe her sister could have these kinds of spirit ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for report rather than for any deeper reason. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these sort of impression to be honest.

As surprised as she was to incur these affair out about her sis she was even more surprised by the response her body and thinker 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 frisson traveling up her thighs in a engineer line of work to her pussycat. It was getting spoilt every fourth dimension she reread what was on the pageboy and it had her crossing her branch tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to get any sort of hacek between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to annul seeing her but I still palpate her presence every time I return home plate. I have to pass by her room every individual time I go to mine. I see her brightness level coming from under the doorway and my mind ca n't help but intend of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilt and worry every day. I try to keep out these thinking off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my post with Bree. I can no longer campaign the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't put on the line 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 dreadful matter to do and I really do experience bad about it but I figure if I can at to the lowest degree somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two ideas right now. number 1 I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to feed video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and reckon I 'm entirely capable of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her elbow room for possible places to put a peek hole. I think I may have a good situation that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a unadulterated view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the estimate of what her sis could sustain seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her room naked but she did wank from metre to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts pace picked up even More as she searched the journal for the resolution ...

Oct 3rd

Today I feel spark as a feather. Like a giant system of weights that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be relinquish again. This confusing byplay with my sister has put so often pressure level 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 go few days I 've put my program into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up video recording of her playing secret plan on the computing machine but finis Nox all of my sweat finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely defenseless right in front of her electronic computer. I had a perfect scene of every inch of her. She stood there for a few second just staring off and I wondered if she was going to work the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her information processing system chair and propped her substructure up on the desk. I could n't accept asked for a salutary survey than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her white meat to her tiny potbelly 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 exhilarating moment of my life. Watching her facial expression as she neared climax. Her fingers picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been set up since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end resultant role that much more live up to ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these hidden the true about her Sister and discovering some truths hidden inscrutable inside herself as well. She was so lost in the row that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingling of fervour that ran down her skin like digit nails, intense but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't discover the footstep 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 sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !