I had just turned 21 and was living by myself campus. My school was only a half hour or so away from my parents home, so it was easy to visit them whenever I wanted. They didn't mind me coming over and hanging out with them. I only had one sibling, my sister Steff. She as a senior in high school and was 18 years old. She had always been very athletic, playing basketball and softball. She was so good that she earned a scholarship to a University two states away. I was not very close to her, she was always busy training and hanging out with her friends. I had left home at 18 and never really connected with her. I felt bad that we seemed more like strangers to each other than brother and sister.
During one of my visits, I noticed she was acting a little depressed. I knocked on her door and opened it when she said so. I was going to try being the experienced older brother, offering any advice that she might need. She was sitting at her desk, browsing the internet aimlessly.
"Hey. What are you doing?" I asked.
"Nothing really. Just got home from softball practice. Kind of tired. My friend Bethany wants to hang out later. I don't know." She answered.
"You look a little depressed. Is there anything you want to talk about? I still have a little time before I get going."
"I don't know."
Our parents had just left the house. They had gone out to dinner with another couple. I didn't have any classes the next day. I was going to stop by a campus bar before going home. Nothing was really motivating me to leave. I went inside her room and sat down on the edge of her bed. Her room was decorated with posters of her favorite athletes, but there was also a girlie undercurrent underneath the athletic theme. The room smelled of perfume and there were a few stuffed dolls placed throughout.
Steff was about 5'9" with a very athletic build. She wasn't overpowering, but very fit. Her breasts were on the slightly below average size. I peeked at one of her bras once, and the size was 34 B. Her ass was firm and could be considered a mini bubble butt. It was very cute. I could tell that she enjoyed wearing her uniforms nice and tight. Her hair was dark, not very long, but very wavy. Her green eyes seemed as though they carried arrows, ready to pierce anyone who offended her, either on the court or off. If there was one body part that made me, her brother, stop and take a second look, it was her legs. They were pale but very shapely. The lines of her muscles showed through in spite of her paleness. She just was not able to tan.
I was barely over 6 foot tall and had an average body. My sister was in better shape than me. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. My persona is laid back. I tend to be introverted.
"Mom and dad won't be home for a while. Do you want me to hang out for a while?" I said.
"If you want?" She said.
Steff was wearing a pair of loose fitting sweats and had on an oversized top. I got the impression she was not wearing a bra. She was barefoot.
"I want to be elected prom queen, but I don't think I will get enough votes."
"Who... how many other girls are you competing with?"
"Just one serious contender. The thing is, most of the seniors went to grade school with her. I think they will vote for her because she is their girl."
"What is she like? Does she play sports?" I asked.
"She used to. We were teammates for a couple of years, then she stopped getting better during the off-season. She would spend her summer laying out at the beach or hanging out with one of her boyfriends. I guess I got the better of her at sports."
"I think you got the better of most of the girls there." I said.
"Thanks." Steff said.
Steff said that when she and her rival, Trish, first met at school both girls took a dislike to each other and spent all of high school ignoring each other. The couple of years they did play on the same team their teammates had to act as go-betweens. Steff and Trish refused to speak to each other. Both girls wanting top bitch status. And at it seemed that Steffi, at least where sports was concerned, was winning. Trish stopped growing after freshman year. At 5'3" her body was not as suited as Steff's, for the rigors of sport. Instead, Trish became a cheerleader, which my sister saw as demeaning. The irony of Trish having to cheer on Steff was humorous to me. However, Trish made a fantastic cheerleader and had an entourage of admirers. Students from every grade appreciated her beauty and her cheering. She commanded her area of the court, as if trying to take attention away from Steff, who was the best player on the court.
"So what does she look like? Is she hot or what?" I said.
Steff glared at me for a second. She did not like the question.
"I have some pictures of her and of us next to each other. We were at the same beach during spring break. Someone started taking pictures of all the girls from school and sent each of us a disc. She ended up in a few pictures next to me."
I got excited when she said the word beach. I wanted to see her rival in a bikini as much as I wanted to see my sister in one. Steff popped in the disc into her computer. She did not act excited to show me Trish. I got the feeling Trish was very sexy.
"Here you go. This is her with some other girls."
I was very impressed that my sister's rival was so attractive. She was in the foreground of the first picture I saw. Her hair was blonde and she wore it up. Curls were bursting out all over. Her body did tan and it was certainly capable of having an entourage. Her titties overflowed from her bikini top. She was at least a cup bigger than Steff. The legs were long and held a good amount of muscle. She had an outside belly button that looked very appealing. It was just waiting to be kissed and sucked on. Trish wore a very confident smile on her face. She had a very satisfied look on her face. I was certain that this was a girl who had sex on a regular basis.
"Very sexy." I said. "But she is no athlete. Why do you care about her? You are going to college on a scholarship. You won't ever see her again."
"Trent, the Prom. She is probably going to win, no matter how many strikeouts I get, or how many baskets I have made. It is her getting the last word in."
"Ha. Ha. Ha." I laughed.
"What?"
"I just think that is funny. She is going to get the last word in, when the two of you don't even speak."
"You know what I mean." She said.
Now Steff showed me a picture of the two of them next to each other. Each girl was trying to stand strong. Steff was not wearing a bikini, but had on a one piece. She looked very impressive. Her legs outdid Trish, but she was lacking in the chest area. The face comparison was a draw. Both were equally majestic. In this picture, Trish had a very uneasy look on her face, not the confident look of the other picture. Steff was calmer. As far as the height goes, that can be debated. Some men prefer tall while others short.
