Growing up together, two sisters could not have been more different than Calleigh & Bree Tyler. Their father often teased his wife that the one-year younger Bree had been switched with a changeling after her birth or that his wife had been having an affair with the milkman. "Who has a milkman these days?" AnnaBeth had retaliated.
Calleigh was a rough and tumble, up for anything tomboy who wore her jet-black hair short and wouldn't have been caught dead in a dress. She played baseball and soccer and could beat most of the other boys at their own games. She never backed down from a challenge.
Breanne, who everyone called Bree, was blonde and cuddly, very feminine and smart. She had an angelic face, played with her Barbie dolls and even as a young girl, drew attention from boys.
One might have thought that the sisters wouldn't get along, but that was not the case. From the day her sister was born, Calleigh adored her younger sibling and was fiercely protective of her baby sister. One day, a loutish bully made Bree cry. Calleigh handled it in her own fashion. She broke the bully's nose in two places. The Tyler's were panic-stricken about it all until a number of students came forward to say that the boy had started the problem and that Calleigh was merely defending her younger sister.
As the girls grew older, both were becoming beautiful young women. Calleigh had a compact but pretty body and as she was very athletic, it was toned and firm. In her tight jeans, her wiggly walk got attention from lots of boys, although she ignored all of them.
By contrast, Bree was cuddly and adorable and wore the cutest and almost provocative clothing. Her body bounced and with her soft voice and cupcake tits and most of the boys panted after her like a pack of dogs. Bree ignored most of them as well. She just wasn't interested in the ones that were interested in her.
The sisters were equally disparate in tastes. If Calleigh did notice any boy, there was a good chance he was a loner or an intellectual. Someone that was going to shine, someone with a bright future. Should Bree deign to notice a young man, chances are he was a bad boy, a shit-disturber that likely paid little or no attention to the delicious little blonde. Bree enjoyed the challenge of changing someone's indifference to interest.
Nearing the end of high school, something odd began to happen. The sisters underwent small, subtle personality changes. Bree began to buckle down and get good grades and seemingly became aware of her surroundings. She no longer relied on her good looks to get by and used a brain no one save for Calleigh knew that she had.
As for Calleigh, for a reason no one knew, she suddenly seemed to discover the fact that she was a girl. She let her hair grow out, wore a dress on occasion and added makeup and heels to her wardrobe as well. When she wore pants, they hugged her hips and ass and now she seemed to enjoy drawing attention to her body. Her grades dipped a bit, not enough for panic, but it was noticeable. Bree thought her sister might have found someone, but as Calleigh said nothing about it, Bree kept that opinion to herself.
Graduation surprised their parents, as the sisters both graduated with honors. They hugged and were hugged by family and well-wishers who thought they had promising futures. They went on to university where Calleigh began working towards her degree in education and Bree pursued fashion design. Their paths rarely crossed socially, although they stayed close and in constant touch. There now existed a barrier between them that had not been there before and that was Bree's new boyfriend Travis. Calleigh didn't like the smooth-talking, 2-years older mechanic and she let her sister know it. She didn't trust him; he wasn't good enough for her sister. They had a huge fight, the first of their lives. "Just because you're not with anyone, don't crap all over my happiness!" Bree had shouted. She knew that whatever relationship her sister had been having in high school had ended recently and Calleigh seemed to be in a perpetual state of melancholy as of late. Calleigh could not and would not reveal what was going on in her life.
Nearing University graduation, they were speaking again and friendly, but wary. It all came crashing down. Travis began making very horrid sexual demands and Bree freaked. The final straw was when he requested a gang-bang. When Bree flat-out refused, he threatened her. Calleigh heard about it and flew into action. With her kickboxing and mixed martial arts training, she beat the hell out of Travis and broke his arm in 3 places. She hugged a sobbing Bree and took her to her apartment to stay as long as she needed.
"Why didn't I see it?" Bree sobbed. "Why couldn't I see how absolutely evil he was?"
"Because you've never had a lick of sense where men are concerned," Calleigh told her. "You're attracted to the element of danger. Cheer up, it's over now."
"Okay," Bree sniffed, and then started to giggle. "He did look kind of funny, sailing across the room, his arms flailing all about."
Calleigh began giggling hysterically as she remembered the sight. "I find a lot of tough guys are all bravado and if you call them out, they usually fold. Remember Jimmy Pierce?"
Bree giggled. "You broke his nose. You're always looking out for me."
Calleigh hugged her sister. "And I always will." She kissed Bree on the forehead. "You're my precious baby sister and I love you."
