The two children of the Haldane family had lived in the same house for their whole lives. As twins they had grown up inseparable and the house held so many good memories of an active childhood with a loving mother watching over them. Now, both eighteen years old, and approaching the end of their school years they knew that their time in the house was coming to a close.
Sarah, the oldest twin, had always been more outgoing than Peter and had taken on the role of the more dominant partner in their relationship. As children it had always been Sarah that would decide what to play and it was through her outgoing personality that Peter had met most of his friends. Amongst their friends Sarah had always been admired, especially by the boys, and often their friendships with Peter were only to get to Sarah. Despite all this Sarah loved her brother and was always there for him, she never let people bully him or push him into doing things; that was her job. Now in the zenith of her teenage years she had acquired a delicate beauty that showed great promise for the future. Her long dark hair cascaded down towards her shoulders and crowned a head of perfectly proportioned featured and rich olive skin. Her deep brown eyes shone with intelligence and kindness and her full lips added to the seductive charm of her visage. She was tall and athletic with lightly toned muscles and long slender legs. Her small, yet pert, breasts topped a perfectly flat stomach which her modesty led her to leave covered most of the time. She was aware of her beauty but rarely showed it off, knowing that the sign of a true beauty was not the need to flaunt it at all times but to carry it with a subtle elegance which transcends showiness.
Peter was slightly taller than his sister and shared her olive skin and dark hair. His brown eyes were almost identical to Sarah's but rather than the elegance that hers portrayed his showed off a tone of solidarity and strength. Despite his outwardly strong appearance he was often taken advantage of, his nature being to trust others, but his sister had always protected him. Peter, having always been physical, had a fairly well toned body which was shaped like that of an athlete such as a runner rather than carrying the excessive muscle of a footballer or a boxer. He had always attracted the attention of the girls at his school but he rarely repaid their attentions preferring instead to remain friendly rather than complicate things.
Having just finished a long Friday at school the twins returned home and crashed in front of the TV for several hours, eating chips and drinking coke. At about six o'clock their mother returned home from work and walked into the living room where her two children were slumped lazily across the couch. Their mother, Martha, was the mirror image of her daughter with the only difference being the added beauty she had acquired with advanced years. Stepping into the room she smiled as she looked down on the twins. "Is this where you're going to spend the whole weekend then?" she asked.
"Yeah, probably," Sarah groaned noncommittally, not removing her stare from the TV.
"Make sure you leave the place nice and clean for me, I'll be back on Monday." She had a conference to attend and had to catch her flight fairly soon. She leaned over to each of the twins and kissed them on the cheek before saying her goodbyes. Her farewells were returned unenthusiastically but despite this she knew that she would be missed and picking up her suitcase she walked to the door and into the street to catch the bus to the airport.
Sarah and Peter continued watching TV for about another hour with little change, both of them barely moving at all. Eventually Peter left and went into the kitchen and returned with a couple of beers which he opened and then handed one to Sarah. She sat up to take the beer from him and thanked him for it before placing it down on the coffee table and stretching as if waking from a long sleep. She stood up and walked over to the window. Looking out she could see that the sun was setting so she closed the curtains and turned on a lamp that stood in the corner of the room. She returned to her seat and took a swig of beer. "Do you have any plans for the weekend?" she asked.
"No... I don't think I can be bothered doing anything, I'll probably just stay here and take it easy," replied Peter. "What about you?"
"The same really, just have a bit of a rest; it's been a long week."
"Well at least I'll have company then. I hate having to sit around all alone."
"Awwwwww. Does little Peter get scared when he's by himself?" she mocked, smiling widely with her bottom lip stuck out as if she were talking to a baby. Peter smiled back and, feeling offended, he picked up a cushion from the couch which he promptly threw in Sarah's direction. It missed her but they both continued laughing and downed the rest of their beers. By way of a peace offering Peter returned to the kitchen and fetched two more from the fridge.
"I just mean that it's really boring when you're by yourself," he said.
"That's true..." agreed Sarah, "...but it's hardly going to be much fun with just the two of us either."
"Oh, I don't know, I'm sure we'll think of something"
"Go on then..." she prompted sarcastically, "...I'm all ears; what're we going to do this weekend?"
"I don't know. Drink up and I'm sure we'll think of something." He stood up and downed the rest of his beer in one, pointing at Sarah he affected a parental air to his voice and said "I want to see that one empty by the time I get back." He turned back towards the kitchen and returned with two more beers. As he stepped back into the room he saw his sister finish the last of her beer and slam it down onto the table before burping loudly.
"Well..." he said, "...we could just get drunk, looks like we're half way there already."
"Speak for yourself; lightweight," Sarah retorted. She snatched the beer from his hands and downed the bottle in one.
They sat in front of the TV for a while longer, drinking beer and insulting each other in the way that siblings so often do. Eventually the monotony of the television was broken by Sarah who, jumping to her feet, switched it off and exclaimed "I know what to do!"
"What?" groaned Peter, a little startled by her sudden burst of activity.
"Truth or Dare." She replied, a satisfied grin on her face.
"No; do we have to?"
"Yes..." she said triumphantly, "because I'm the oldest and you're starting to bore me."
Peter sat up a little in his chair but seemed unimpressed with the idea of playing truth or dare, a game he thoroughly detested.
"I'll go first just to make it easy for you." said Sarah, her satisfied grin still unmoved, "I... think I'll choose... Truth!"
Still with a groan in his voice Peter complied. "Why are you so irritating?"
Sarah was unimpressed by his little joke and slapped him playfully on the shoulder, "Properly." She said, attempting to sound serious, although failing completely to convince Peter.
"Okay, Okay..." he said, a little more enthusiastically. "Is it true that you gave Simon Murray a blowjob behind the hardware store on Bridge Street?"
"What? You can't ask that."
"Oh. So now you don't want to play." Peter remarked, a sly grin on his face.
"Okay, Okay..." she paused for a moment, and closed her eyes as if she was about to jump off a pier, "... It's... true."
Peter laughed quietly to himself but was unable to conceal it from his sister. "Who told you that?" she asked, hoping to get to the bottom of the problem.
"I don't think so Sis. I'm not to reveal my source, you'll just have to sweat it out, and it could be anyone." He really was beginning to enjoy the game.