Twincest Sabrina and Katrina’s Story Part 3

Beep beep beep…

Bree woke to the sound of her alarm clock beeping its god awful sound from across the room. It read 7:05. She had actually woke up right at the start. I guess an earth shattering orgasm is just the ticket for a good night’s sleep she thought. She walked across the room and although her mood was surprisingly bright she still slammed her fist down on the hated alarm clock.

She then heard a soft knock at her door. Bree threw on a robe and went over to open it. Trina stood there all made up and ready for school. She couldn’t help but notice the way Trina’s eyes explored the folds of her robe. Bree wished suddenly that her robe wasn’t such an old, dirty looking thing. Then again it didn’t appear to bother Trina at this moment so she let the thought go.

“So. How did you sleep last night?” Trina asked with a small smile.

Bree felt slightly embarrassed. It had been funny last night when her sister had made the “bitch” joke. She had known then and Bree had known she’d known. Now though as she stood there talking with her about it she couldn’t help but redden at the thought of basically being caught masturbating. “It was fine. I guess” Bree said looking at the floor.

“Oh come on. Don’t be embarrassed. How can you be embarrassed around me of all people? I’m the one who should be standing here looking at the floor all shy like.” She poked Bree playfully in the shoulder. That was something she did often and something Bree had always hated. “Anyway I brought you a little gift. Don’t open it till you get to school or when you get home ok.”

“Sure Trina” Bree said still feeling strangely shy.

Trina sighed and rolled her eyes “you better snap out of this girl. Its cute but I miss wise ass Bree” she smiled and gave a little wink before turning and heading down the stairs.

Bree picked up the little present that sat in front of her door. Damn Trina had wrapped it perfectly and had even slapped a little red bow on top. It was thin and weighed next to nothing. Bree wondered if the pink wrapping paper and bow weighed more than whatever was inside. She picked at one of the corners of the paper but stopped herself while she still could. Trina wanted her to wait and knowing her she probably had it bugged in someway so she’d know if it had been opened early. Bree put the package in her backpack then slung it over her shoulder before heading downstairs.

Bree couldn’t help but think about what could be in the package as she made her way to school. Her bag felt like it was being weighed down but knew it was just her curiosity playing games with her mind. She could see the school a few blocks ahead and had to stop herself from sprinting to get there. Part of her was worried that this was all some well planned out trick by her sister. That maybe she would open the gift and it would be a little letter saying “I knew you were a freak”…

Bree entered through the big double doors at the front of the building. She walked to her locker and frowned when she saw Mike standing in front of it. He was a nice kid and his love for online games made sure they always had something to talk about. Normally she was happy to have any kind of companionship she could get. Not today though. Today she just wanted to sit with her back to her locker and open the damn package that was driving her insane.

Bree stopped infront of Mike and smiled thinly hoping he would take the hint that she really wasn’t in the mood for chit chat. He didn’t however and she was stuck hearing all about his latest accomplishments in their online world. He talked excitedly about slaying a level 37 dragon. He talked about an online chess tournament he wanted to join. He talked and talked and talked… until the damn bell rang for first period.

Bree had never killed anyone before. She had no weapons on her. She was not a big fan of violence of any kind to be honest. At that moment though she wondered if Mike could withstand a firm beating from her math book. It was quite heavy and he was quite small. He walked beside her to her first class not knowing of his imaginary death by math book.

The first two classes of the day went by so slow that Bree thought she may soon pull her hair out. Twice she caught herself tugging on it in fact. The second hand on the clock seemed to tease her every time it made its move and even when it had finally made its full rotation she swore the minute hand didn’t move. When the second bell finally rang she sprung from her seat and made her way quickly to the door.

Normally she hated art class. She had no real artistic skill to speak of and she normally used the class to catch up on homework that she had refused to do at home. Today however it would be her best chance to finally open the package that Trina had given her that morning. If she had to wait till she got home to open this damn package… well she feared for her sanity.

She sat down at her table and waited for everyone to start working on their projects. She had a big block of clay infront of her that she poked and prodded from time to time hoping it would give the illusion that she was hard at work. After five excruciating minutes the chatter in the class quieted down and it looked as though her classmates were busy doing work of some sort.

Bree reached into her bag and undid the wrapping paper as quietly as she could. There were three pieces of lined paper inside with her sister’s handwriting on them. She pulled the first one out with a shaking hand. Her heart was pounding when she finally looked down to see what it said.