Twincest Sabrina and Katrina’s Story_(1)

Beep beep beep…

Sabrina’s eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the tiny alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn thing up. Maybe a tiny bomb would fall from the sky and blow the dirty thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep beep…

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the other side of the room? If it was right next to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the floor like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the other side of the room… because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for school which in 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 have to waste her precious free time doing more school work.

She gave one last thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood floor just as a knock sounded on her wall “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 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 hate the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes… no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was right next to Bree’s and even though the walls were solid and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below “leave your ears bleeding”. She had no doubt Trina was using every last ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina wouldn’t be caught dead in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina wasn’t just her sister but she was her identical twin sister. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would dress them alike. As they got older 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 show enough damn cleavage that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale breasts would push out. If they were an ass they’d always be considered a half moon. Oh and speaking of asses she’d probably be wearing a pair of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is booty.

All the popular guys in school would stare and give little whistles of approval as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak peaks and do their best to hide their tiny little boners to keep from being punched by the cooler guys. Couldn’t have the nerds staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would make disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so much 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 watch and take note 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 little nerds who pitched tiny trouser tents.

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

Bree got to school in time to grab her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike (one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina) before the first bell rang. She unlike her sister didn’t have any reason to get to school 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 didn’t want to be caught with someone from the “the lower half” of the school. This was fine 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 classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super rich family and the biggest 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 year’s most popular senior boy Will and James the year before that. Bree could tell they didn’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 popular girl. 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 home 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 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 stupid weak bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was time to go.