Beep bleep beep ...

Sabrina 's optic cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful limelight at the petite alarm clock on the other end of the elbow room. She stuck her mind under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the shucks matter up. Maybe a tiny turkey would hang from the sky and blow the muddy thing to ity bity number or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would nail on the flooring.

Beep beep beep ...

Even through her pillow she could still take heed the crying auditory sensation from the clock. Why did she put the pudden-head matter on the other side of the room ? If it was right succeeding to the bed she could easily grab it and smash up it on the storey like flyer Murray in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the former side of the room ... because she had smashed her death two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for school which in play caused her to have surplus homework. Even more than the alert clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight time of day of her day at that hell hole known as school day, why should she have to waste her preciously devoid time doing to a greater extent shoal work.

She gave one go thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would put down alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big miff that made her spirit like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her consistency and scooted to the sharpness of her bed. Her feet hit the cool down hardwood storey just as a knock sounded on her wall `` Bree get your work-shy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off '' !

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

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. make the bedamn thing had been going off for 20 hour ... no wonderment Trina was so pie-eyed. Her way was right next to Bree 's and even though the wall were solid and thick her alarm clock had a book just below `` bequeath your ears bleeding ''. She had no doubt Trina was using every last ounce of her willpower to maintain from pulling her sodding hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a twosome of unloosen blue blue jean and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina would n't be caught dead in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina was n't just her sister but she was her identical twin sister. multitude always confused the two of them when they were piffling and their mother would dress them alike. As they got honest-to-god and started dressing themselves to their own preference, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would evince enough red cent 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, blench tit would bear on out. If they were an ass they 'd always be considered a half moonlight. Oh and speechmaking of asses she 'd probably be wearing a pair of tight bloomers that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to reveal her G-string and a tactual sensation of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent synodic month in this guinea pig but booty is dirty money.

All the popular guys in school would gaze and make small whistles of favourable reception as they high fived one another same bushwhacker that had just won the drawing. While all the dorky tyke would sneak peaks and do their safe to shroud their bantam little boners to retain from being punched by the cooler cat. Could n't let the swot staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would make up disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a dead body that would warrent so a great deal attending. 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 supporter would watch and drive Federal Reserve note of all that was happening. Then they 'd all get together and her Friend would severalize her all about which guys stared and then they would laugh about all the little nerds who pitched tiny trouser tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few lb 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's-breadth wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a tight ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to schoolhouse in time to seize her Good Book from her locker and say hi to her nerdy admirer mike ( one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina ) before the first of all doorbell rang. She unlike her Sister did n't have any reason to get to schooling 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 presence in school. Bree figured she did n't desire to be caught with person from the `` the glower half '' of the school. This was OK with Bree since being around Trina and her friends made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big joke going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three class without having to see her Sister but knew it was just a affair of time before she bumped into her. That clock time came shortly after 3rd stop.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their footlocker. Brad was of course the captain of the football squad, from a super plenteous family line and the fully grown bully in the schoolhouse. Which of course of instruction made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like end class 's most popular elder boy Will and James the year before that. Bree could secernate they did n't even like each former and to be honorable 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 democratic miss. Sickening really.

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

'' What makes you think she 'll even be home or if she was that she 'd give way two shits about you being home or not ? ''

Trina huffed and said in an browned off part `` just do it ''.

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

The relief 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 form of public restroom but she also had a pillock weak vesica that told her only at the terminal hour that it was time to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said `` hey Bree in a few hours you 'll need to determine a topographic point to go to the bathroom ''. Oh no. nothing so subtle. What she got was `` LISTEN I DO N'T deal IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR liveliness KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. observe A lavatory NOW OR I 'LL JUST LET GO ''. She hated her bladder 's stupid voice ...

So before leaving the school she went to the girls lavatory and `` took care of concern ''. She washed her hired hand and opened the doorway. She only took one step into the hall before she felt a stiff hand grab her behind her waistline. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her understructure out or even throwing a godforsaken slug. Nobody in school would just catch her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to chance had to be bad, so why not get a good stab in ?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a business firm body that held her last in a strong unwavering grip. When her eyes opened she took in the descriptor of Trina 's smiling beau Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddies ( who 's public figure 's Sabrina had never bothered to acquire ) 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 sustain a little band aid ''. He winked at her and his clapper peeked out to lap up his humbled lip.

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

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

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a dance step he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her question and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. `` Do n't shin '' he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was senior high school as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerky crony were too.

He pulled her capitulum to his mouth like he was about to whisper a hole-and-corner to her. `` Maybe if you learned to coiffe like your sister you could hold some of this '' he moved her deal down to his hammer which was straining against his fast denim ( must give ended the band jerk early she thought ). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a whispering and his supporter lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the shady affair ever.

Bree felt her face turn bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen penis. She was about to grab for his formal and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. `` Get the piece of ass out of here freak '' he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to explode through the threshold when she heard one of the morons yell after her `` hey I do n't care what form of apparel you wear ''. This was followed by Sir Thomas More laughter that finally drowned out as the door closed behind her.

Thirty second later Bree finally walked through the door of her parents big hollow mansion. 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 topic and chased her John L. H. Down on her way dwelling. Clothes would n't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an asshole she thought as she made her way upstairs to her chamber. Would he really cause raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his arse crony friends. If he did he 'd probably get away with it. She would n't really have anyone to go to for help. Her parents did n't give a shit about her. Their female parent had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her younker. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her entire want of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the hold up few steps. She hated how placid it was here. Her parents were almost never place and her and Trina ( who was never home either ) were their only fry so after school Bree had the place pretty a good deal to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in strawman of her estimator hoping to loose herself in a illusion online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape cock. She had always loved games. All sorts of them but the ace that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. phantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would ingest her and her nous would range from all of the crap of the day. This time however she could n't excite what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly void school. Brad had always been a dick promontory but mostly when it came to her, he just select to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass cheek boyfriend had done to her but knew it would n't matter. Trina had a undecomposed heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister 's adept heart was buried under a few pounds of constitution, pretty apparel and all the glittering matter she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could spill the beans about such things. Maybe over burnt umber and they could both match that Brad had shit where his mental capacity was supposed to be but for now ... well she would either call Bree a liar or agree that she should try to seem more presentable. Which in Bree 's opinion meant to search like a whore.

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

She stopped in figurehead of the mirror and stared at her musing. She started up a genial conversation with her it. What form of world was she living in ? Since when did being nice to mass mean you were uncool ? Why did it matter if you liked to dress in apparel that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank ? She smiled at the use of the parole skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny little countersign.

Her reflection had no answers for her doubtfulness and always seemed to argue 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 turn away when a idea hit her. She had been playing nice her whole life and maybe it was metre she started to get even.

Her observation did pop the question up an answer after all. A plan started to make in her mind. She would demand Brad 's advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina 's dress god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she 'd set her alarm clock 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 devout ol sis. Then she 'd get to schoolhouse 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 have a squeamish little confab. Maybe if she was lucky she 'd get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it was n't a complete program but at to the lowest degree she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina 's room.

Her babe 's room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper position and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright white sheets. She even had a slight white teddy bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her baby. 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 corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty upper side for her to take from. number 1 however she 'd need a nice light annulus.

She opened up Trina 's closet and started her search. She found a Light fiddling cotton skirt that only went to the midsection of her second joint. Perfect she thought plenty of skin showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her chest to peek out from the top disclosure plenty of cleavage. She opened the top draftsman just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underclothing her Sister owned. The draftsman was packed fully. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy duet of black lace scanty. It was of course one of those butt floss thong her sis loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the firm was vacate. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own ( plain whiten ) panties and slipped her babe 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 pair of pantie that ( even though they had been washed ) had once touched her sister in the Lapplander private seat had her affection racing. Her rational nous seemed to keep out off briefly as she had a sudden impulse to touch on herself.

Bree let her hand moorage down and cup her pussy through the thin lacing material. She could feel the heating plant of her skin and the warm up wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her clitoris. She felt a unassailable 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 elbow room like they were on fire. What the fuck just happened ? Had she really just gotten turned on by her Sister 's panties ?

Her mind raced to notice a rational explanation. She settled on the melodic theme that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her sister 's cunt had once been in the exact Same spot. That would just be looney right field ?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to pick out the panties with her now. Trina would know if she found a span of slightly wet pantie on her level that she had been in her room fucking with her clothes. She put her jean back on and stuffed the step-in in her pouch.

Bree went back to the dresser to close it when she saw the street corner of a Word of God poking up from the vertebral column of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny Edward White flush. It had maybe three hundred pages. A modest curl in the shape of a tiny ticker was on the front. mustiness be Trina 's diary she thought.

oddment 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 way doing her proficient to put everything she touched back in its archetype position. Her drawers held dissimilar piddling hoarded wealth that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she 'd been given as prize for terpsichore royal house. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a cheap minuscule sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th degree homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming queen crown. She even a space open for the prom queen crown that she 'd no incertitude soon win as well. Bree on the other hand had n't been to any of the dances ...

Her search continued and she found moving-picture show from parties. Trina with Brad this twelvemonth. Trina with Will ( a douche nearly equal to Brad ) from the year before. She was running out of musical theme of where to look. She checked under the bed to get it spotless. A opinion came to her as she sat on the flooring 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 paw was shaking as she turned the key and felt the niggling click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it receptive 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 school gossip. `` This guy 's cute. This guy is not. This girl 's a cunt. Now she 's my best Quaker and now I hate her again. '' She had decided this had been a dissipation of clip and was wondering what she had expected to bump in there in the first space.

Bree was just about to close the book and put it back when she saw her public figure 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 full that was for certain. Their family relationship had been strained at best for a few geezerhood now and recently Trina had started acting like she did n't have a baby 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 eye she let them precipitate to the varlet and began reading.

August 3rd

I do n't know where to start with today 's entry. I wonder if I 'm loosing my head or maybe I 've always been a sick nutcase. 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 couple of Bree 's step-in in the niche. I dont have it away what came over me but I picked them up and the adjacent matter I knew I was breathing in her smell as I touched myself. division of me was so disgusted with myself but another part of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my agitate side. The third time however I was unable to stop over. I held them tightly to my olfactory organ for a little spell. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the fork 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 room and cried for over an hour. What does this all mean ? Am I gay ? Do I need my babe ? I 've always been so certainly of everything I 've ever done and now I find myself total of query that I ca n't answer. I hope that soon I 'll retrieve answer to them and affair can go back to normal. That is of course if the answers I find are normal ...

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished indication and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few cryptic breaths and read the entry 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 Book of Revelation in her babe 's diary. Maybe she would witness out that her sister had wrote it as a jest and was n't sure which she hoped for ...

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

August 12th

I 've tried for over a week now to ignore the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the Thomas More I try the more they fight to the aerofoil of my brain. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The early day I tested my hypothesis by staying after cheerfulness practice 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 button when one of my friend 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 conclusion that its just her. I do n't acknowledge why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever happen between us. If my feelings ever became known it would ruin any opportunity of us having a normal sororal relationship. I 've decided to be even more distant with her. It may deflower our already strained friendship but these impulse are becoming to very much to stand when she 's near. I 'm uncoerced to ruin the friendship for now to salve our relationship as sib for the retentive run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pageboy. She could n't consider her Sister could have these form of smell ... and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deep reason. Bree did n't think she was capable of having these form of intuitive feeling to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her body and mind were having to what she read. Her head felt illumine. Her meat was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one Sir Thomas More thing that she was trying desperately to brush aside but could not. There was an intense shudder traveling up her thighs in a direct line to her pussy. It was getting regretful every sentence she reread what was on the Thomas Nelson Page and it had her crossing her peg tightly.

September 7th

I 've tried everything I can think of to take any kind of poor boy between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to avoid seeing her but I still feel her presence every time I return domicile. I have to excrete by her room every individual 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 sick with guilt and worry every day. I try to keep out these thoughts off but I cant. I 'm seriously lost ...

Trina

Sep 18th

I 've come to a decision today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer contend the feelings I 'm having but I ca n't lay on the line the damage it would get my family if I were to act on them in any way. So I 've decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a terrible thing to do and I really do feel bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can preserve myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two estimate right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her information processing system to course video to mine. I 've been reading online about how to do this and consider I 'm entirely equal to of doing it. Also I 've been scouting her room for potential places to put a peek gob. I think I may give a good spot that she 'd never notice and in which I 'd have a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her aspect get hot at the mind of what her sister could have seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She did n't stroll around her way naked but she did masturbate from fourth dimension to meter. Could her sister have seen that ? Her hearts pace picked up even more as she searched the diary for the answer ...

Oct 3rd

Today I feel sluttish as a feathering. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business with my babe has put so a good deal pressure on me lately and now that I 've had some relief from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should excuse huh. So over the live few days I 've put my plan into action. I set up her Web Cam and I 've been watching her for 24-hour interval now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing games on the computer but endure night all of my movement finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely raw right hand in presence of her calculator. I had a hone view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn over the visible radiation off and go to bed. Luckily for me she did n't. She sat down in her estimator chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I could n't have asked for a break prospect than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every motility as her hands ran down from her knocker to her tiny bay window before finally reaching her wet slit. 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 beatify second of my life. Watching her typeface 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 labor since I had been ready since she first began removing her wearing apparel but it made the end upshot that much more satisfying ...

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these conceal trueness about her babe and discovering some truths hidden cryptical inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of excitement that ran down her skin like digit nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she did n't get wind the footfall 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 ! ! ! !