"So remember, the trash will need taken out, the dog will need walked, don't forget your senior projects are due Monday, you're 18, I shouldn't have to remind you, don't forget to call every night, we'll be back late Sunday, don't wait up, bye honey, I love you both, behave, no parties, have a good weekend!"
And with that flurry, Colin and Bri's mom left for the weekend, taking their father with her. They were twins, seniors in high school, almost graduated. Even though they were born on the same day, they looked nothing alike. Colin had inherited their mother's ability to tan easily, and the accompanying dark hair. He did get his father's tall, fairly thin build, but as a football player he maintained a fair amount of muscle. His sister, Bri, was almost the same height, with fair, freckled skin, and hair that was somewhere in the awkward stage between red and brown. She was tall and thin as well, with what some may call a "boyish" figure.
After their parents left, they wrestled over the remote. Colin won, unsurprisingly, and found a football game. Bri went to her room and changed into comfortable clothes, a pair of spandex shorts and a large men's t-shirt. She walked back into the living room and flopped onto the couch and pulled the hem of her shirt down so the tips of her little breasts peeked out the top, next to Colin, who looked over and laughed.
"You know what Dad would do if he saw you wearing that? He'd spank you like you were five again."
"Dad isn't here," Bri laughed, settling into the couch with one foot up and her legs open.
"Guess I'll have to do it then," Colin laughed, squeezing her side playfully.
