beep bleep bleep ...

Sabrina 's eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the tiny alarm clock on the early end of the room. She stuck her chief under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the hoot thing up. Maybe a tiny bomb would pass from the sky and brag the pestiferous affair to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her actor's assistant and it would dash on the floor.

beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent speech sound from the clock. Why did she put the dazed affair on the former side of the room ? If it was right following to the bed she could easily snaffle it and smash it on the base like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. thought process of that prospect reminded her why it was on the other side of the elbow room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be previous for school which in twist caused her to have extra preparation. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hour of her day at that Scheol hole known as shoal, why should she have to scourge her precious free time doing more school oeuvre.

She gave one lastly thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a guide hit would demolish alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the cover off her body and scooted to the bound of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood floor just as a knock sounded on her bulwark `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's voice coming from her own sleeping room. Bree picked up fastness and reached her alarm system just as her sister 's fist hit the rampart for three more square blow. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the paries. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the audio of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a moment to appear at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the anathemize matter had been going off for 20 minutes ... no admiration Trina was so pissed. Her room was right next to Bree 's and even though the walls were whole and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below `` leave your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every live Panthera uncia of her willpower to hold from pulling her perfective tense hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her actor's assistant to look for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of promiscuous blue denim 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 Falls sister. mass always confused the two of them when they were minuscule and their female parent would lop them alike. As they got former and started dressing themselves to their own mouthful, nonentity who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough darn cleavage that she should be sent home from schooltime. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the teetotum of her smooth, blench bosom would drive out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a one-half moon. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a duo of blotto bloomers that almost always seemed to steal off her pelvic arch to let out her thong and a speck of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is plunder.

All the popular guys in school would stare and consecrate little whistle of approval as they high fived one another the like bushwhacker that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky tike would sneak peaks and do their right to hide out their tiny minuscule boners to keep from being punched by the cooler guys. Could n't have the nerd staring at a young woman out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would ca-ca sick of faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a organic structure that would warrent so much attention. They were smartness 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 Friend would determine and take greenback of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would laugh about all the trivial nerds who pitched bantam trouser tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of physical composition and making sure her long blonde pilus 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 tight ponytail and considered herself set up for the day.

Bree got to schooling in time to seize her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike ( one of many known to own pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first doorbell rang. She unlike her sister did n't feature any reason to get to school day early. She had a few friends but there was never a crew hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in school. Bree figured she did n't want to be caught with person from the `` the lower 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 joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her beginning three classes without having to see her baby but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That clip came shortly after 3rd flow.

She was curled up in the lap of her extremely hunk slash super SOB boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the senior pilot of the football team, from a super productive fellowship and the openhanded bully in the schooling. Which of course made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to go to Trina. Just like last year 's most popular senior boy will and James the year before that. Bree could distinguish 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 pop guy and she was the most pop girl. Sickening really.

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

'' What makes you think she 'll even be place or if she was that she 'd founder two son of a bitch about you being home or not ? ''

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

'' Fine '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her less 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 kind of public restroom but she also had a dolt watery vesica that told her only at the last-place minute that it was sentence to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to encounter a place to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. zero so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T handle IF YOU pee YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR lifespan KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS weewee. FIND A bath NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's pudden-head voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the girls bathroom and `` took fear of business ''. She washed her custody and opened the doorway. She only took one step into the hall before she felt a strong hand grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her oculus and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her substructure out or even throwing a furious clout. Nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to come about had to be bad, so why not get a just shot in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm consistency that held her close in a strong unshakable grip. When her eyes opened she took in the figure of Trina 's smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddies ( who 's name 's Sabrina had never bothered to get word ) 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 john and have a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his lingua peeked out to clobber his lower lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her conflict. He was so much potent though. His rough hands held her so blotto 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 eyes theatrically while his buddies howled in the background.

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a footstep he grabbed her carpus and pulled her back to him. He moved one mitt behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hairsbreadth. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his oculus and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle saccade buddy were too.

He pulled her read/write head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. `` Maybe if you learned to dress like your sis you could take in some of this '' he moved her paw down to his cock which was straining against his tight jeans ( must make ended the circle tug early she thought ). Of course he said this in a vocalization that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the queer matter ever.

Bree felt her face turn bright red as he moved her bridge player roughly over his swollen member. She was about to grab for his balls and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the nookie out of here freak '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to break through the threshold when she heard one of the idiot yell after her `` hey I do n't care what sort of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by more than laughter that finally drowned out as the doors 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 house. She had been frightened that Brad and his pal would decide that her clothing indeed did n't matter and chased her down feather on her way home. clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an SOB she thought as she made her way on a higher floor to her sleeping accommodation. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to rise how macho he was in front of his prat buddy friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really ingest anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't give a dickhead about her. Their female parent had them when she was XVI and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her total lack of caring.

Her step echoed loudly through the abandon business firm 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 Thomas Kid so after school Bree had the seat pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedchamber doorway and plopped down in front line of her calculator hoping to loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would make done this anyway but after her picayune encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All sorting of them but the ones that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. phantasy was what she needed since realness often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her creative thinker would range from all of the shit of the day. This time however she could n't rock what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty schoolhouse. Brad had always been a dick mind but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely dissimilar. She wondered if she should evidence Trina about what her ass face boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't count. Trina had a dear heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's good heart was buried under a few pounds of makeup, pretty clothes and all the glinting things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would maturate out of this and the two of them could talk about such matter. Maybe over coffee and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either call Bree a liar or agree that she should try to face more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to look like a whore.

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

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her musing. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of earth was she living in ? Since when did being dainty to masses mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to fit out in apparel that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the word skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny lilliputian watchword.

Her reflection had no answers for her questions and always seemed to fence 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 move around away when a mentation hit her. She had been playing nice her whole living and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her manifestation did offer up an answer after all. A plan started to form in her mind. She would acquire Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had lot. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her babe and do her hair and war paint in a way that would go out her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she 'd get to schooling before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first hoi polloi there. He liked to stay fresh up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice niggling New World chat. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a make out program but at least she had something to crop 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 place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no brand on her brightly white sheets. She even had a footling Patrick 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 chest sat in the box and she knew it would be packed with all variety of wonderfully sluty elevation for her to select from. first however she 'd need a skillful short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light little cotton fiber skirt that only went to the middle of her second joint. Perfect she thought heap of skin showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her tit to peek out from the top revealing plenty of segmentation. She opened the top draftsman just in case there was a bra she could slip.

She was shocked to see how many kind of underclothes her sister owned. The drawer was packed total. She reached in and pulled out a lean couplet of Black person lace panties. It was of track one of those target floss thongs her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few bit she stripped out of her own ( plain white-hot ) scanty and slipped her baby on.

The feeling 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 couplet of panties that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Lapplander private places had her warmheartedness racing. Her rational thinker seemed to shut out off briefly as she had a sudden impulse to tint herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her puss through the melt off lace fabric. 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 sassing until she reached her clitoris. She felt a strong rush of joy hurry through her consistence before world came crashing down on her.

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

Her head raced to find a rational explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER smell sexy not the idea that her sister 's pussy had once been in the exact same spot. That would just be brainsick right ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her nous stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would know if she found a pair of slightly wet panty on her flooring that she had been in her room fucking with her dress. 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 recession 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 white flowers. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small lock in the SHAPE of a tiny ticker was on the front. Must be Trina 's journal she thought.

rarity overtook her mind and she knew it would n't go away until she read at to the lowest degree some of what was in there. She began searching Trina 's room doing her full to put everything she touched back in its original place. Her draftsman held different petty gem that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as laurels for terpsichore royal family. 7th through 10th score homecoming attendee which was just a cheap niggling waistband but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th ground level return and promenade princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most Recent epoch 12th grade homecoming queen diadem. She even a infinite receptive for the prom queen mole rat poll that she 'd no dubiousness soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the dancing ...

Her search continued and she found pictures from political party. Trina with Brad this yr. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly peer to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of theme of where to await. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A view came to her as she sat on the trading floor by her sisters bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the dresser. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the pageboy for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five month ago and the low XXX pages looked like nothing but dazed schooltime 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 waste material of meter and was wondering what she had expected to feel in there in the first place.

Bree was just about to fold the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the Page. Part of her enquire if she really wanted to show what her sister wrote about her. It could n't be practiced that was for sure as shooting. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't experience a sister at all ...

Her peculiarity however would not be denied. Bree closed her middle, took a deeply breather and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them fall to the pages and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't know where to begin with today 's entrance. I wonder if I 'm loosing my mind or maybe I 've always been a macabre weirdy. 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 pair of Bree 's panty in the corner. I dont recognize what came over me but I picked them up and the following thing I knew I was breathing in her fragrance as I touched myself. Part of me was so churn up with myself but another portion of me was panting with excitation. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited incline. The third time however I was unable to break off. I held them tightly to my nose for a little patch. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the genital organ of her panties 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 elbow room and cried for over an hour. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I desire my sister ? I 've always been so certain of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of questions that I ca n't serve. I hope that soon I 'll ascertain answers to them and matter can go back to pattern. That is of course if the answers I find are formula ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished recitation and realized that at some breaker point she had stopped breathing. She took a few abstruse breaths and read the debut two more times to make sure 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 revelations in her baby 's diary. Maybe she would find out that her sis had wrote it as a joke and was n't for sure which she hoped for ...

She had to flip through respective page but she eventually ran across her epithet once again.

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the unknown new feelings that were awakened inside me but the Sir Thomas More I try the more they fight to the open of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked girl. The other day I tested my theory by staying after cheer praxis and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my admirer had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her metrical unit. Still nothing close to what I felt the other day with Bree 's step-in. 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 null could ever happen between us. If my feelings ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a rule sisterly relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendly relationship but these impulse are becoming to much to bear when she 's near. I 'm uncoerced to ruin the friendly relationship for now to save our relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't believe her babe could induce these kinds of feelings ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any rich reason. Bree did n't think she was subject of having these sort of tactual sensation to be fair.

As surprised as she was to determine these thing out about her sister she was even more surprised by the response her torso and mind were having to what she read. Her forefront felt luminosity. 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 vivid tingle traveling up her second joint in a direct line to her pussy. It was getting uncollectible every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her branch tightly.

Sep 7th

I 've tried everything I can cerebrate of to drive any kind of hoagie between my baby and I. I stay out later and later every night to stave off seeing her but I still feel her mien every time I return menage. I have to go across by her room every unity time I go to mine. I see her 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 queasy with guiltiness and headache every day. I try to shut these thinking off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

September 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my billet with Bree. I can no longer fight the notion I 'm having but I ca n't run a risk the price it would have my sept if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a frightening thing to do and I really do find bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two ideas right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her data processor to feast video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and think I 'm entirely adequate to of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for possible places to put a chirrup hole. I think I may experience a good maculation that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect view of her way. Hopefully this will avail me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her sister could consume seen if she was able-bodied to successfully spy on her. She did n't saunter around her room naked but she did fuck off from time to clip. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts pace picked up even more as she searched the journal for the answer ...

October 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 disengage again. This confusing patronage with my sister has put so much pressing on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should excuse huh. So over the last few days I 've put my plan into natural 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 games on the computer but live night all of my endeavour finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely au naturel right in front of her computer. I had a perfect persuasion of every inch of her. She stood there for a few second base just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the easy off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her figurer chair and propped her foundation up on the desk. I could n't possess asked for a unspoilt horizon than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every motion as her hands ran down from her breast to her flyspeck 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 thrill minute of my life. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been set since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end solvent that much more meet ...

Bree was lost in her recital. Finding these hide out truths about her sister and discovering some the true 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 hullabaloo that ran down her cutis like finger's breadth nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the footsteps in the hall. She did n't even comment when the sleeping accommodation door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her Sister screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !