Most of my wardrobe was black and my sister's was white. We wore each other's color often. It was kind of our known twin thing. People noticed if we deviated, so I put on a pair of black, men's bikini briefs that would accentuate my nice package and a black sister-beater. Ya that's what we called it. I know it's usually a wife beater but our whole world revolves around brother and sister. I went with black athletic pants; they are a lot like the ones I usually wear to exercise in because they give me excellent mobility accept these also have small cargo pockets and they look like they fit tight but this cotton and spandex blend has a ton of stretch giving me the mobility I need. Of course, I finish this with a zip up black hoodie mostly open and a pair of Converse Allstars-black, of course. The back of the hoodie has a white pentagram on it cuz that's my thing. It's a symbol of protection and it has always spoken to me so I'm trying to single-handedly change the world view on this symbol as something evil. So far, my efforts are unrecognized, but whatever, I have been drawing it since I was a toddler.
My hair is blonde, like my Dad's and I look very Viking while my sister is on the extremely dark side of skin tone and her name fits her perfectly. Her skin almost looks fake, it's so dark. It really makes her look exotic. She is 6 foot tall so she's at the top of the tall girls at school while I'm 6' 6" and the tallest man in my high school.
We are popular at school but we have both put a concerted effort to squash cliques and together we reformed that shit and made it more like us. Inclusive of you being you and it's safe for you to be you. Although without all my sister's anal stuff being out in the open. or any obvious sexual things from my sister and me being public. You could say that our friend circle is actually a sphere. It has volume. My sister and I just don't give a fuck about others hang ups and we are strong, smart and, quite honestly, pretty enough to smash social barriers. I play basketball and football, but I am also in every school play, president of student council and even sing in choir even though I'm not all that good a singer. I run a lot and train at an MMA academy with my family 2 or 3 nights a week. All four of us. There is an excellent gym there that my family gets a ton of use out of too. On the weekend I often have some friends over to play Dungeons and Dragons. Our DnD group is huge. I think that DnD was hyped by an online series people went kind of crazy over. Anyway, our group is 12 people. Jax runs the games, he's an excellent, legit geek and is as smart as all of us put together. This group is probably as close as I get to an inner circle, but we really don't ever talk like that. I know we will though, since we all plan on going to the same college: Washington State University (WSU). We live up by Seattle and I love it here. The moss, mushrooms, and trees, with all the waterfalls and flowers everywhere-it is flat out beautiful here and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
My high school is in your typical suburban neighborhood. In fact, we don't actually live in Seattle, we just tell outsiders we do because if I told you the city, you would ask me where it was and I would end up saying something about Seattle in relation so, it's just easier to say Seattle. Our city actually has a small-town vibe and it's a knit community.
Dressed, I bounced downstairs to the kitchen to scrounge up some breakfast. Our parents had already gone to work. My parents run a medical clinic. My mom takes care of all the business stuff while Dad runs the medical side. They left us breakfast: scrambled eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and avocado on toast. It is a perfect breakfast and all we need to do is heat and eat. Our parents are the best. I started dishing up 2 plates. I heard my sister coming down the stairs and turned to great her.
Ebony is wearing a near knee length white linen looking skirt with an asymmetrical cut that is shorter on the left than the right. She has 3" heeled white leather knee-high boots and a skin tight white cashmere sweater that prominently displays her large full boobs and is also asymmetrically cut to reveal her toned midriff. Setting off her ensemble was a white leather choker that matched her boots. Her long luxurious raven hair was set in a high pone. She is world-class fine.
"You look stunning my dear sister." As she walked towards me, she took a small spin, just glowing. "Ravishing. Come eat. Here." I set the 2 plates down, with one towards her. "Mom and Dad left us breakfast and I got you a plate full."
She smiled a brilliant white that matched her attire, "Thank you, baby bro. Our parents are awesome. And you look handsome too. I am so anxious for tonight that I think it will dominate my thoughts today. I am not sure how to get passed that."
I nodded my head, chewing on some bacon and I replied, "I yearn for you too. You have always been that other part of me that I have needed, and I think that we are both very lucky."
"I couldn't agree more, baby. Tonight, I make you a man and you make me a woman." She ate her food for a couple minutes before continuing. Obviously, we both had worked up an appetite already this morning. "There is no better person to share myself with."
"Hey," she continued after several more mouthfuls, "What do you have going on in school today? Anything interesting?"
"Not really." I replied. Then, after thinking about it for a moment I remembered: "Oh, wait. I do have something to do today. I have a speech rehearsal. My class speech."
"Ya, when is that?"
"It is noon in the gym. On stage. In graduation gown. Like a dress rehearsal/practice. The principal, and Mrs. Litman are the only audience members. They are actually locking the doors from outside access so nobody else hears my speech." I grabbed both of our empty plates and took them over to the dishwasher.
While I loaded our breakfast dishes into the appliance, Ebony continued our conversation, "Wow, top secret speech, Huh?"
"Well, they need to approve my speech and they want to make sure that others don't get a chance to hear it before graduation. Really, it was the easiest thing for me to write. It just flowed and I made sure to keep it short and uplifting but emotional and forward thinking."
Bent over, pushing the tray back in the dishwasher, my sister walked up behind me and groped my left butt cheek with her hand. She made sure to get a good grab, ever so slightly tapping her pinky on my rosebud like my clothing was a snare drum stretched over the little donut. The tune she played on it was very staccato. I wonder how she always knows just right where that is. "Mmm, baby. I love that you do squats. Keep up the good work." Her hand squeezed and it felt like there was a promise in it. A premonition of sorts.
I stood up and her hand reluctantly moved as I grabbed the keys to my truck. "Bad sister. Ass grabbing should be book grabbing. Let's get to school. I'm driving unless you got something after school you need to do. Are you riding with me?"
"Ya, I don't have anything after school. Let's take your truck. Can we pick up Steph?" she doesn't wait for me to answer, and poof her phone is in her hand. "I'll call her." My sister's friend Steph typically gets a ride from us. We also grab whoever else she brings. Luckily my truck is a 4 door with a crew cab. I have bench seats in the front and back so there is room for butts without being concerned about making sure that they fit into a molded bucket seat. It is 30 years old (1994) and very big and boxy. I have a lift on it, not extreme just a severe handful of inches, like me, and large tires but not the wide little ones cuz those are dumb as fuck. Real tires. I have tons of cool things added on to my truck like a winch front and back, brush guard to completely protect the front end, roll bars, a crane for the truck bed, and a bunch of other features. Playing with this truck was a hobby of mine. It was why I got an old F350, so I could spend money on adding fun things to it without worrying about existing electrical systems. Of course, my truck is black. I even black chrome wheels and heavily tinted windows. Big black truck, just my thing. We grabbed our backpacks, hopped in my truck and took off for Steph's. Ebony has a little white Audi Quattro so she doesn't tote friends around. I am always driving. Everyone is always in my truck. I think Ebony's car only knows how to get to the mall anyway.
Steph's neighborhood was not like ours; her house was much smaller, older and closer to her neighbors than ours. What I am getting at is that Steph lives in a working-class neighborhood. I wouldn't call it a bad neighborhood, everyone has pride in there homes there too, it's just more mature. Of course, that means that the trees in her neighborhood are all huge and impressive so it helps the look of it. My truck doesn't have much of a rumble to it. I like it to be quiet so there's no exhaust bullshit going on to make it sound louder. I honk my horn quick twice. Steph comes out a few seconds later, followed by Maria and Trent.
Stephanie is a couple inches shorter than Ebony and very slender. She exercises regularly so has a nice firm butt and legs that she loves to display and I think it's because her chest is on the small side. She has stretchy pants on like a second skin and she does a spin on the way to the truck so we get to see her perfect round ass clearly defined by her pants. I swear she is hiding Brazilian heritage cuz damn. She must always wear a thong since she never has panty lines and you would always see them if she wore anything else. Sometimes she displays a little toe as well since everyone thinks that is fashionable. These pants do not do that, it seems because I didn't catch any.
