INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In this second installment of this teen romance, Adam woos pretty albino Holly, while his Sapphic sister Andrea fantasizes about African-American Samantha, while taking advantage of being a girl to engage in voyeurism with her classmates and friends.
There is plenty to like in this chapter for readers who love panties, feet, voyeurism, mixed-race erotica and girl-on-girl, not to mention a trip back in time to the 1980s.
All events and characters depicted are fictional, and similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental. Only characters aged 18 & over are involved in sexual activity.
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Andrea's eyelashes fluttered and her pretty blue eyes opened from sleep on the Sunday morning. Waking up, the teenager thought about Samantha. If she was annoyed by Samantha, things were back to normal. If she still found Samantha's irritating personality endearing, or was turned on by her, things were not back to normal. The answer to this was reached very quickly, when Samantha appeared in her imagination sitting in front of her, wearing normal clothes on her beautiful black body including a short pleated skirt, her legs open to show the teenager's white panty-covered crotch. Andrea's clitoris tingled. Things were definitely not back to normal.
During breakfast that morning, Andrea, wearing a blue sweater and tight jeans, sat with her parents and Adam, pondering if Adam was developing a crush on Holly, or if the strange way he had been acting around her yesterday was just something she had imagined.
"How is that economics assignment coming along?" Bill Smith queried his son, while reading the newspaper.
"Not great," Adam admitted. "I don't think I'll ever be any good at it." He paused and then smiled. "You know who's really good at economics? Holly O'Brien. She always gets straight A's. She wants to be an accountant."
"Maybe you should ask her for some study tips," Bill suggested, returning his attention to his newspaper.
Andrea smiled, her mother noticing straight away. "Is something amusing you, Andrea?" Cindy Smith asked.
"No Mom," said Andrea.
"You certainly seem to find something funny," said Cindy. "How are you going reading that book for English?"
Andrea was not really one for fiction, preferring to read non-fiction. This novel was about the most boring book Andrea had ever had in her hands. She had struggled to read barely a third of it.
Andrea's mind thought back to yesterday and the rude girl in the heavy metal tee-shirt who had said that she was going to use the Jehovah's Witness publication as toilet paper. Andrea thought that would be the best use for the novel, placing all copies of it in the school in the girls' bathroom for them to use as toilet paper. She again laughed.
"What is with you this morning?" Cindy queried, regarding her daughter with a sharp expression.
Andrea would have loved to have said, "What's your problem with me being happy, Cindy?" but did not. Instead, she said, "Nothing."
"Well, I think that after you clear the breakfast table and do the washing up, you can study that novel, and your brother can work on his economics assignment," said Cindy firmly.
Adam and Andrea sighed, and got to work clearing up the breakfast dishes, both taking as long as possible to put off studying. "I think the dishes are clean enough," their mother warned them. The twins reluctantly went to their bedrooms to study.
Andrea took off her shoes and lay on her bed, her knees bent, swinging her bare feet back and forward attempting to read the novel without falling asleep. Adam's head swam at the economics assignment, his task not helped by an imaginary, miniature Holly who sat at various points of his desk, pretty as a picture in a variety of different outfits, most significantly barefoot in a white bra and white panties.
Adam shook his head. How had he developed such a huge crush on Holly so quickly? He had known her his whole life, why suddenly now? It wasn't although he had met the pretty girl for the first time yesterday, and felt an immediate attraction. Again thinking of Holly, Adam wondered if she was feeling any better now, and unable to get this out of his mind, decided to give her a call.
Seeing her brother taking a break from his study, Andrea decided to do the same. Following Adam downstairs to the kitchen, her footsteps quiet due to being barefoot, Andrea paused as he picked up the telephone and dialed the number. Adam's face appeared nervous, his breathing heavy, as though he, like Holly, also had asthma. Andrea stayed back out of sight, listening in to the call.
"Oh hi, is that Holly?" Adam asked, his face showing relief when it was obviously Holly on the other end. "It's Adam, Adam Smith. I was just calling to see how you were."
Adam listened to Holly's reply. "It's great that you're feeling better now. I don't think we'd better call on that guy with that huge dog again, do you?" Adam laughed at her reply. They talked for a few minutes, before Adam said, "Well, I'll see you at school tomorrow. Bye Holly."
Andrea made her appearance just as Adam hung up the phone. "So, how is Holly?" she asked, a hint of teasing laughter in her voice, emphasizing the word 'Holly'.
"Why do you ask?" asked Adam, concerned that his sister might have picked up that he had developed a crush on Holly, something he wanted to keep to himself.
"Adam, you were talking on the phone to Holly, and I asked you how she was," said Andrea. "I don't know why you're getting so defensive."
"I'm not defensive," blurted Adam.
Andrea rolled her eyes and smiled, pouring herself a drink of juice, before going back upstairs to resume reading the boring novel. Adam likewise struggled with his economics assignment, and by mid-afternoon, it was still an absolute heap of crap.
Finishing studying for the afternoon, the twins came back downstairs to see their mother coming into the house, holding a blue bow in her hand. "I found this in the car," said Cindy Smith. "Is it yours, Andrea?"
"No Mom," said Andrea.
"It belongs to Holly," said Adam. "Yesterday she was wearing it when we arrived to collect them, but it must have fallen off in the car, because she wasn't wearing it when we were door-knocking. I'll give it back to her at school tomorrow."
"Thank you Adam," said Cindy, handing her son the hair bow and going on her way. Andrea looked at her brother and began giggling.
"What is it?" Adam asked his sister.
"Since when do you notice what Holly wears in her hair?" asked Andrea. "It sounds like you have a thing for Holly."