Andrea's Eighteenth
1:00 pm, Saturday October 8, 2020
Andrea Miller was finally eighteen. "It's about fucking time!" was all she could think during the two weeks leading up to this event. She'd actually been legally eighteen for two full days now but her party was in just a few hours and she was busying herself with homework to kill the time. Or she was trying to. The problem was, she was in a reflective mood and her memories wouldn't let her concentrate.
She remembered watching her firstborn sister Melissa, her mother's "mistake" with envy ever since they'd been kids. Mel had always been tall and strong for her age, whip thin and smart too. She was even an artist, a damn good one.
Ever since they'd been little, Andrea had tagged after Mel everywhere she went. As often as not, they'd slept together too. They had their own rooms, but once she was free of her crib, Andrea always seemed to make her way into her sister's bed during the nights. It started with the then five year old Melissa taking the year old baby out of her crib to cuddle and play with her like a giant toy doll. They'd fall asleep in Mel's bed like that, and their parents would find them in the morning, smile to themselves at how cute their daughters looked and leave them to it. It became a habit that never died. Andrea had become Mel's favorite plaything. After that, there was no separating the two without a screaming fit on Andrea's part.
Around age six or seven, most children start becoming self-conscious and bending to social pressure from their peers. This usually leads to the older kids pushing their younger siblings away, hiding their shame and finding friends their own age and sex to associate with. Andrea saw it happen all the time among her friends. Mel did some of this, but she never felt ashamed about her body or pushed her little sister away like their friends did. She did the usual little girl things, sleepovers with friends, slumber parties, shunning boys, playing dress up and all the other things, but she insisted on including Andrea. If her new friends didn't like it, they were out of luck. When Mel started showing signs of interest in the boys' activities again at around age ten and taking a turn toward the tomboy, Andrea followed happily along.
Tommy Grosman was a new neighbor boy and his father built him a tree house high in the oak in his back yard shortly after they moved in. The only way of reaching it was with an aluminum extension ladder strapped to the tree's trunk. The tree house was open when his father decided to put the ladder up, and off limits when it wasn't. that was the house rule. The tree house became the favorite "boys only" hangout for the neighborhood boys, except for Melissa and by extension, Andrea. Both girls participated happily in all the boys' activities.
For a couple of years, the neighborhood was plagued by the gang of six boys and two girls tearing around the streets and sidewalks on their bicycles. Anything and everything that could, eventually became a challenge for these preteen daredevils. They were the holy terrors of those with an eye for landscaping, park maintenance workers and the security personnel at the local landfill. Any decent sized patch of unused earth quickly became a mini-BMX track. The local annex of the state forest program also became the "hunting grounds" for the little gang as they played soldier or adventurer or whatever.
Mel and Tommy shared the same birthday Of July 27, 1997. In 2008 they would both be turning eleven and since they'd become friends, their parents, who'd become friends as well got together and decided to make it a joint birthday party. That particular event wasn't anything to write home about, but it was the beginning point of a long standing friendship between the three. The girls pretty much considered Tommy a brother from another mother and he treated them as his own sisters, being an only child.
The sisters were the closest of friends all through Mel's grade school and junior high years. Both schools were near their house, but when Mel went into high school, things changed. The high school was much farther away and had a much different schedule. Mel and Tommy went from walking to school with Andrea to riding the bus or with their parents to school while Andrea still walked to the junior high. Both Tommy and Mel got cars for their sixteenth birthdays, and after that, they took turns driving one another to school.
What this meant was, Mel had a lot less time to spend with her sister. It was the usual high school student dilemma for Mel, participate in the more mature activities with her classmates or become essentially an outcast by hanging out with her little sister. She chose neither. Instead, she chose to include Andrea in as much of the high school life as she could get away with. This meant the occasional house party and most of the social events, sports games and the like. She also insisted on attending Andrea's events, often bringing along those of her high school classmates who'd be caught at such events. This of course broadened Andrea's horizons considerably and gave her a major leg up among her junior high cohorts.
Since Mel had started college and Andrea high school three years ago, the time problem had gotten even worse, and Andrea rather regretted that. She missed her sister's closeness more and more these days. Mel still lived at home. Her college was only a few miles away, but she was going full time and her class schedule and study requirements didn't leave her much time. That, and her occasional boyfriends or girlfriends left her even less time to spend with her high school age sister.
Now Mel was twenty-two, with a gorgeous light Native American skin tone and a waist length shining braid of blue-black hair and deep brown soulful eyes. She was five foot ten and extremely athletic at a hundred-fifty-five pounds with disgustingly massive H-cup tits that made her look comically top-heavy. Their favorite mutual joke was that Mel was one of the mutant superheroes out of the Marvel comics universe.
It was kind of true too. With her relatively muscular build and phenomenal curves, Mel did look like a comic book character, especially when she wore her favorite workout outfit. It consisted of an extra heavy duty spandex catsuit with a built in custom made athletic support bra to carry her literally small whole cantaloupe sized breasts. Best of all to her way of thinking, the entire outfit was made in a bright crimson, including the matching thong she wore to protect her privacy. That costume, along with her thick, loosely curly, naturally wavy hair when free of its usual braid, completed the female superhero look and required no effort at all for her to achieve, just a few quick passes with a brush. Needless to say, nobody else was working out whenever Mel went to the gym, which she and Andrea did together every time they got the chance.
Despite being seriously envious of her sister for her body, Andrea knew she had nothing to be ashamed of these days. She herself was five foot seven, a hundred thirty pounds with a spectacular runner's and or swimmer's body and what Mel proclaimed to be the most perfect C-cup tits she'd ever seen. Andrea had gotten her mother's build and platinum blonde hair which she currently dyed a bright royal purple. Unfortunately, as far as she was concerned, she didn't get her mother's D-cups.
Mel's boobs and her shining Blue-black hair came from her father Jerry who was full blooded Native American, but never bothered to tell the mother of his child to which tribe he and thus by extension she was related. Jerry ran off as soon as he found out Karen was pregnant. Shortly afterward, Karen met and married Andrea's father Jason. It was he who gave Andrea her blue eyes. What Andrea really wanted though were her sister's tits. That was never going to happen without major surgery though, which she wasn't about to do.
Her thoughts, which had interrupted her homework, were now interrupted when Mel popped her head in through the door from the large luxuriously appointed bathroom dividing their bedrooms. "So what do you want for your birthday?"
Andrea smiled sadly up at her sister from her seat on the bed with her calculus books and notes scattered around her. "Can I have your boobs? I'll trade you these little ones you like so much." She glanced from Mel's chest down to her own, then met Mel's eyes and giggled mischievously, "I'll even trade you Molly! I know you want her."
Molly was a year older at nineteen, her once best friend who wasn't Melissa, and had been her official girlfriend for the last six months. The joke between Andrea and Molly was that they were "platonic lovers." The two had never gotten beyond kissing and staying up to all hours when Andrea spent the night a couple of times. Molly had wanted more and had pushed the issue a couple of those times, but Andrea had put her off, because she simply didn't feel ready and said as much.
Molly hadn't made too much of an issue of it either because two young women Even being heard discussing that kind of thing in that house would've been an unpardonable sin in the family's eyes. And not just with Molly's parents either, but her two older brothers too. For some reason, They wouldn't let Molly spend the night at anyone' else's house. The family was practically fanatttical Southern Baptist and Molly's mother was a particularly militant example of the breed. After spending the night those few times, Andrea thought she understood now. It seemed that Molly was the family wild child. If they knew she was actually gay, they'd probably disown and kick her out of their house on the instant. Either that or try to have her committed.
Molly had finally gotten tired of Andrea's uncertainty and insistence on waiting and had ended their relationship by the simple expedient of taking Janna Crosby to her bed instead. Janna was one of Mel's college friends, a year younger than Mel and had met Molly through Mel and Andrea. The two had promptly gotten caught by her mother in the act, exactly as Andrea had feared would've happened if she'd gone through with anything. That had been only a couple of days ago. The day before Andrea's birthday in fact.
"Molly huh?" Mel mock-deliberated, "Well, maybe. Her body's almost as good as yours, and she does have that gorgeous strawberry blonde hair... Nah, I think I'd rather have you. You're a lot prettier, I love that bright purple hair and your body's to die for! If I'm gonna be trading lez licks, I'd rather be doing it with the hottest chick in town! Especially now you're legal!"
"Really?" Andrea taunted through the unexpected tingles running through her entire body at Mel's words, "you know she waxes her pubes now? I know you dykes like those smooth hairless pussies!" The two of them had spent hours together in girl talk and had finally decided that they would each let their sexuality decide for itself. So far, both'd had at least one girlfriend, and a couple of boyfriends. Of course, Mel being the older, was the only one with any real experience. Andrea's one girlfriend had been Molly...
Mel frowned. "Wait, Molly? Hey, didn't that bitch just cheat on you? She might have a nice body, but she's no prize. Nope, no trade, not unless you wanna trade something else? Oh, and you know you like to see a bald pussy as much as I do, so who's the dyke?"
