Beep beep beep ...

Sabrina 's oculus cracked open slightly and she turned a mean glare at the lilliputian alarm clock on the other end of the way. She stuck her school principal under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn thing up. Maybe a diminutive dud would strike from the sky and blow the dirty thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake off it off her vanity and it would smash on the base.

beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still hear the repetitive speech sound from the clock. Why did she put the dazed thing on the other side of the room ? If it was right succeeding to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the floor like peak Murray in Marmota monax Day. intellection of that scene reminded her why it was on the former side of the room ... because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two social function had caused her to be late for school which in turn caused her to sustain 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 receive to neutralise her precious free meter doing to a greater extent schooltime work.

She gave one finally thought to chucking her pillow across the way and seeing if a conduct hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big miff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her eubstance and scooted to the sharpness of her bed. Her pes hit the cool hardwood trading floor just as a bash sounded on her wall `` Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking affair off '' !

It was her sister Katrina 's vocalization coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her baby 's fist hit the wall for three more solid blasts. `` Sorry '' Bree shouted through the rampart. She smiled knowing that her sis would hate the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarum.

Bree finally took a irregular to face at the clock and saw it read 7:25. snitch the goddam thing had been going off for 20 minutes ... no wonder Trina was so relieve oneself. Her elbow room was right next to Bree 's and even though the rampart were strong and stocky her dismay clock had a volume just below `` get out your spike bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every last ounce of her possession to keep from pulling her arrant hair out by the fistful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a duad of at large dreary dungaree and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such clothing which was one intellect she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her superposable twin baby. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would enclothe them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own gustatory perception, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough 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, pale breasts would drive out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moonshine. Oh and speaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a pair of fuddled pants that almost always seemed to drop away off her coxa to bring out her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moonlight in this case but plunder is booty.

All the democratic guys in schooling would stare and give minuscule whistles of favourable reception as they high fived one another corresponding hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would slip peaks and do their best to hide their lilliputian little botch to keep from being punched by the ice chest bozo. Could n't birth the nerds staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The lupus erythematosus popular female child would form sicken faces and secretly pray that someday they would experience a body that would warrent so a lot attention. They were smart 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 observe and ingest promissory note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her ally would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would laugh about all the little nerds who pitched midget trouser tent.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few dog pound of constitution and making sure her recollective blonde hair had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her hair's-breadth wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a sloshed ponytail and considered herself quick for the day.

Bree got to school in sentence to grab her books from her storage locker and say hi to her nerdy ally Mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first buzzer rang. She unlike her sister did n't let any reason to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a gang 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 require to be caught with individual from the `` the grim half '' of the school. This was hunky-dory with Bree since being around Trina and her ally made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big antic going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her starting time three category without having to see her Sister but knew it was just a matter of metre before she bumped into her. That sentence came shortly after 3rd stop.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their cabinet. Brad was of course the captain of the football squad, from a super robust family unit and the crowing bully in the schooling. Which of grade made him the most pop guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last year 's most pop aged boy Will and Saint James the Apostle the class before that. Bree could severalise they did n't even like each former and to be dependable any fourth dimension 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 young woman. 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 home or if she was that she 'd give two shits about you being home or not ? ''

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

'' amercement '' and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her less pop counterpart.

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 world restroom but she also had a pudding head washy vesica that told her only at the final moment that it was fourth dimension to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll demand to find a seat to go to the privy ''. Oh no. zip so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR life KNOWN AS LITTLE miss urine. FIND A BATHROOM NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid vocalisation ...

So before leaving the school she went to the girls lavatory and `` took attention of business ''. She washed her hands and opened the doorway. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a firm paw grab her behind her shank. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her understructure out or even throwing a baseless punch. Nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a good shaft in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm organic structure that held her close in a unattackable unwavering suitcase. When her oculus opened she took in the form of Trina 's smiling boyfriend 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 have a little quicky ''. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to cream his low-down lip.

'' You know I 'm not Trina asshole so let go '' Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much stronger though. His rough hands held her so wet that she could finger her skin chafe every time she moved against him.

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

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't struggle '' he said giggling. She looked at his middle and realized he was high-pitched as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerk sidekick were too.

He pulled her head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a enigma to her. `` Maybe if you learned to tog like your sis you could suffer some of this '' he moved her handwriting down to his cock which was straining against his plastered denim ( must have ended the R-2 jolt early she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his admirer lost it. Pounding on the bulwark like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her boldness turn lustrous red as he moved her hand roughly over his egotistic penis. She was about to grab 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 burst through the room access when she heard one of the morons yell after her `` hey I do n't handle what kind of clothes you wear ''. This was followed by to a greater extent laugh that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

XXX arcminute later Bree finally walked through the threshold of her parents big empty-bellied house. She was slightly out of intimation due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his crony would determine that her clothing indeed did n't issue and chased her down on her way habitation. Clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an cocksucker she thought as she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to establish how macho he was in battlefront of his butt buddy friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really receive anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't kick in a poop about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course of study but she showed her disdain through her add together lack of caring.

Her stride echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the last few footfall. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never family and her and Trina ( who was never rest home either ) were their solely kids so after school Bree had the place pretty often to herself.

She opened her chamber door and plopped down in front of her reckoner hoping to relax herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would give birth done this anyway but after her minuscule encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All sorts of them but the ace that really drew her were the single that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since world often sucked.

Normally the plot would consume her and her creative thinker would rove from all of the crap of the day. This fourth dimension however she could n't stir what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty schooltime. Brad had always been a gumshoe mind 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 skillful kernel. Bree knew this but she also knew that her babe 's good affectionateness was buried under a few British pound of makeup, reasonably apparel and all the sparkly affair she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would develop out of this and the two of them could talk about such affair. Maybe over coffee and they could both check that Brad had shit where his brainiac was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either call Bree a liar or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to wait like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if someone might hear her so she 'd induce a individual to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was cipher else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her thoughts.

She stopped in strawman of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of world was she living in ? Since when did being Nice to multitude mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to apparel in clothes 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 fiddling word.

Her reflection had no answers for her interrogative 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 perspectives but they 're both your own. She was about to wrench away when a mentation hit her. She had been playing nice her whole life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflexion did volunteer up an solvent after all. A architectural plan started to form in her mind. She would hold Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's clothes god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her Sister and do her whisker and makeup in a way that would give her looking just like dearest 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 celebrate up his visual aspect. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice little New World chat. Maybe if she was golden she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a nail plan but at to the lowest degree she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's way.

Her sister 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright T. H. White weather sheet. She even had a little blanched 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 ... leap 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 crown for her to choose from. number 1 however she 'd need a decent short skirt.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a light source little cotton dame that only went to the midriff of her second joint. perfective tense she thought plenty of skin showing and surprisingly well-off. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her tit to peek out from the top revealing plenty 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 underclothing her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of black lace pantie. It was of trend one of those ass dental floss thong her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few minute she stripped out of her own ( plain egg white ) panties and slipped her sisters on.

The feel she got was something she had n't expected. No it was n't an uncomfortable flavour 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 Saame buck private lieu had her centre racing. Her rational mind seemed to shut out off briefly as she had a sudden itch to match herself.

Bree let her hand sideslip down and cup her kitty-cat through the thin lace material. She could feel the passion of her skin and the fond wetness of her stimulation soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger's breadth stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a strong thrill of pleasure rushing through her trunk before reality came crashing down on her.

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

Her thinker raced to obtain a intellectual explanation. She settled on the musical theme that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her sister 's cunt had once been in the precise like spot. That would just be gaga right ?

She forced her breathing to slacken and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to look at the scanty with her now. Trina would know if she found a pair of slightly wet panties on her floor that she had been in her elbow room screw with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panty in her pocket.

Bree went back to the chest to close it when she saw the turning point of a Book poking up from the back of the draftsman. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny whiteness flowers. It had maybe three hundred page. A humble lock in the form of a diminutive heart was on the front. Must be Trina 's diary she thought.

oddment overtook her head 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 sound to put everything she touched back in its original berth. Her boxers held dissimilar small treasure that she had collected over the age. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as awards for terpsichore royalty. 7th through 10th level homecoming accompaniment which was just a cheap little girdle but she remembered Trina wearing it around the mansion for days. Then 11th form homecoming and promenade princess tiara and crappy cincture. Plus her most recent 12th form homecoming queen crown. She even a space undetermined for the prom queen Crown that she 'd no doubtfulness soon win as well. Bree on the early bridge player had n't been to any of the dance ...

Her search continued and she found photograph from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will ( a douche bag nearly compeer to Brad ) from the yr before. She was running out of approximation of where to await. She checked under the bed to ascertain it spotless. A idea came to her as she sat on the 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 pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five month ago and the offset thirty varlet looked like nothing but dullard schooltime gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This missy 's a squawk. Now she 's my best friend and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a waste of clip and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the first lieu.

Bree was just about to close the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pageboy. office of her question if she really wanted to read what her babe wrote about her. It could n't be good that was for indisputable. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few 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 middle, took a deep breath and then released it. When she finally opened her middle she let them strike to the Thomas Nelson Page and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't have it off where to begin with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my judgment 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 early day when I was in the bathroom I saw a duad of Bree 's pantie in the corner. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the next thing I knew I was breathing in her aroma as I touched myself. component of me was so disgusted with myself but another percentage of me was panting with fervour. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the division that felt disgusted won out over my charge up face. The one-third time however I was ineffective to break. I held them tightly to my nose for a little while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the privates of her scanty against my button. Every strange act brought me skinny 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 require my sister ? I 've always been so sure as shooting of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself full of query that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll feel solution to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the resolution I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some full stop she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and read the entry two more than times to establish sure enough that what she had seen had actually been on the pageboy before her. She found there was no misapprehension and wondered if there would be any longer divine revelation in her baby 's diary. Maybe she would find out that her baby had wrote it as a put-on and was n't for certain which she hoped for ...

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

Aug 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the strange new opinion 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 former day I tested my possibility by staying after cheer drill and showering with a few of the former little girl. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nil. I even tried running a finger's breadth over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her animal foot. Still nothing close to what I felt the former day with Bree 's step-in. I 've come to the conclusion that its just her. I do n't be intimate why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever find between us. If my look ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a normal sisterly human relationship. I 've decided to be even more aloof with her. It may ruin our already strained friendly relationship but these urge are becoming to very much to bear when she 's near. I 'm willing to bankrupt the friendly relationship for now to relieve our relationship as sibling for the tenacious run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She could n't think her baby could have 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 deeper ground. Bree did n't consider she was capable of having these kind of feel to be reliable.

As surprised as she was to discover these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her consistency and judgement were having to what she read. Her head felt light. Her warmheartedness was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more thing that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thigh in a direct personal line of credit to her pussy. It was getting worse every prison term she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her ramification tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can recall of to force any variety of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to avoid seeing her but I still feel her bearing every time I return dwelling house. I have to pass by her way every single time I go to mine. I see her promiscuous coming from under the room access and my mind ca n't help but imagine of what she 's doing in there. What she 's wearing. Is she wearing anything at all ? I feel sick with guilt and concern every day. I try to shut out these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sep 18th

I 've come to a decisiveness today about my billet with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't risk the harm it would have 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 dreaded 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 fee 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 places to put a peek pickle. I think I may have a skillful spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd birth a perfect prospect of her elbow room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her fount get hot at the idea of what her sister could feature seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her elbow room naked but she did masturbate from meter to time. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts pace picked up even Thomas More as she searched the diary for the answer ...

October 3rd

Today I feel light-headed as a plume. Like a giant star weightiness that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be give up again. This confusing business organisation 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 last few day I 've put my program into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for mean solar day now. Sadly its mostly picked up telecasting of her playing games on the computer but hold out Night all of my sweat finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front of her reckoner. I had a perfect prospect of every inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the low-cal off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her calculator chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't cause asked for a skilful persuasion than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every motility as her hands ran down from her bosom to her tiny tum before finally reaching her wet kitty-cat. 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 living. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her digit 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 clothes but it made the end result that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her recitation. Finding these hidden true statement about her sister and discovering some truths hidden cryptical inside herself as well. She was so lost in the Bible that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingle of agitation that ran down her pelt like finger nails, acute but gratifying. So lost in all of this that she did n't hear the step in the hallway. She did n't even detect when the chamber doorway opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her babe screeched her name.

BREEEE ! ! ! !