FIRST NAME: Your name
LAST NAME: Your sister's name.
You finally reach the door of your house. It has been a long day and you are tired. It was bad enough going through yet another boring day of school, but when you got to track practice the coach decided to make everyone do extra laps. "Slave-driving asshole." You think to yourself. As you enter the house you set down your overloaded backpack and your track bag. You look around and the house seems to be empty, then you here the sound of a shower running upstairs. You know it's your sister, Doe. She is three days short of being a full year younger than you, but because your birthday is a little too late in the year, you had to start school at the same time as her.
You are both seniors this year and are close to graduating. Both of you run track and you have some classes together because you both are in AP courses. The two of you have always been close, even for siblings. You've always been there for each other during the most trying times and you two understand and trust each other more than anyone else. You have fought at times but you have always resolved your problems with each other.
Truth be told, lately you have been harboring feelings about her that you know you should not have. You are terrified of her finding out and yet every day it gets harder to hold them in. It is no surprise though, she is quite beautiful. She has medium length hair that she constantly keeps dyeing, right now it's dark brown. She has small blue-green eyes and small lips. She only has B cup breasts but she has a wonderfully shaped ass and a small petite body. She is 5'4", six inches smaller than you and she weighs 119 Lbs. You're 5'10" and are slightly muscular at 200 Lbs. Your eyes are brown and you have short, brown hair that you've had since you were born. From what you have seen though, you are starting to believe she may feel the same way about you.
You head up to your room and go over to your bookshelf and pick out one of your books, Dune. You head over to your bed and start reading. You've always been sort of a nerd when it came to past times, while everyone else was trying to play sports and such, you read and studied. It did payoff as it got you into the classes your in and many high end universities wanted you to come to them, you even ended up setting a record at your school when you became captain of the schools academic competition team and went for a third year on the main team. You applied for many high end schools, your top choice was Harvard. You got accepted and are going this fall.
Doe was a little different in hobbies, she tried to be social and spent less time with her academics, so she is headed to the local community college. Both of you have some similar interests, as both of you play video games often and play guitar.
You suddenly hear the water to the shower turn off and look up from your book. A few minutes later Doe steps out of the bathroom, but she is fully clothed. "Damn, she must have had her clothes in their with her." you think to yourself, then admonishing yourself for thinking such things.
She turns her head toward your room and is surprised to see you home. "John, when did you get home?" she asks. "Just a few minutes ago. Would have gotten here earlier if Mr. Felson wasn't such a slave driver." "Like Mr. Fox is any better." she replies back "I swear he only took the job of coaching us just to see us in those skimpy uniforms." "He definitely did, I've seen him looking at you girls during practice, if it weren't for Mrs. Allen being there too he would of made a move on one of you by now."
She laughs at your response. "Who do you think he would have tried for first?" she asks. "Definitely Ashley, I mean look at her, her tits are huge." you respond, somewhat lying. "Are you sure he wouldn't have tried for me?" she sarcastically asks. You both try to hold back your laughter but are unsuccessful. This is nothing new, you two have always joked around like this.
"Hey, Doe?" you ask as she heads for her room, "do you know where mom and dad are?" "They left before you came home. Told me they won't be back until late or even tomorrow. So who's making dinner tonight?" You think back to the last time your folks were out and remember that she made dinner that time."Damn it, it's my turn to make it." You hate making dinner, always felt it was a woman's or bachelor's job, not one for a guy who lived at home with his parents and sister.
Makenna
